Kidnapped

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The curtain of night rises 

and dawn yawns. Lawn mowers 

counter the hums of shrill bird

throats in the gutters outside my

awakened windows. Where is

peace? Who kidnapped

silence?

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Drowsy sleepless, I walk

my thoughts through the menu

of detail meticulously mapped

at midnight into no night.

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The day morphs into time

when  serious rest becomes

equally elusive. Earplugs 

and shaded eyes may yet

unclog and shed light

on sleep.

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allets

05-27-17

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patriciajj's picture

So many brilliant turns of

So many brilliant turns of phrase spring out in this very relatable piece. This is remarkable:

 

". . . I walk

my thoughts through the menu

of detail meticulously mapped

at midnight into no night."

 

And the contradiction of terms to make a point works brilliantly in the phrase: "shed light on sleep". 

 

Much enjoyed. 

allets's picture

Occasionally

I write a poem. Again, thanks ~S~