Insomniac Bedroom
Insomniac writer, that’s what I am.
Pen and paper are natural,
bedtime accessories;
at least, in my world.
The blues of my bedroom;
soft cushions for my tired eyes.
Scent of lavender, on my pillow;
tries to force, the darn sheep;
they never come.
Tossing…turning…mind-churning;
the chatter, in my head, won’t cease;
my favorite New York rocker,
beside the, overloaded bookshelf, beckons.
Muse’s tantrum…
a violently beating drum…
possesses me.
Like some mindless drone,
hands stalk pen and paper.
Night-wandering, in my cocoon of blue;
I rock and write…my carpet,
soundproofing crying, pine floorboards.
The numerous paintings and
photographs, on my bedroom walls,
inspire Muse and with “Wagner’s Valkyrie”,
riding my ear-channels,
she has her say.
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