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silently, she moves
by Ava Blulost touch
even as a lover lies next to me
hand holding hand
eyes closed
dreams keeping the light of day back for a moment longer
it is 6am as i pound out my insomnia through the only venue i know
and you ask me,
because they always ask me,
what am i doing
what is so important that it keeps me awake?
it’s never that
it is a sneaky cat
as she gathers up the momentum to pounce
but i am still gathering
still reaching my limit;
the pouncing comes much later in life
delicately, i maneuver my way out of the covers
walk to another room
i see my breath as i walk
i have no time for questions
no time to beat any senses into comprehension
i am the sun rising in the background
i am the shadows in the moss in the trees
i am 7am on a sunday morning
i am too awake. 01/09/2010 Posted on 01/09/2010
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 01/09/10 at 11:56 AM When you are awake what do you see when you sleep. Lovely poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/09/10 at 02:03 PM It is the best time, it is the worst time, and you make the best of it. Keep it up. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/09/10 at 04:43 PM What an assortment of images and thoughts that run through the mind when the only thing the rest of the body wants to do is sleep. I suspect your thoughts and insight into these insomniac thoughts would mirror a lot of other people's as well. This is weird, wonderful stuff, especially the bit about the cat. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 01/29/10 at 10:44 AM I love this piece, how it calls to a poets heart and the instinct to write long before the body know's what it is doing...I love the sneaky cat and the pouncing...ur truly talented, a pleasure to read always, peace, jewels |
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