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Insomnia’s Dream A Poetic Expression by JC Hawkens I reach for the walls Blinded by the light I hear a voice call With rhythm and rhyme Not a shadow in sight Fear hangs as tension that mounts My head is so empty It screams in my mind A lingering hope that kills only with time In a motion I break from the bed To conquer the light found only in my head Stand sight of the clock At quarter past three A nightmare I can not win Awake and never free A container of my freedom within my grasp A flip of the top, comes to pass With water from a glass An answer for a reflection None too soon in coming A sleep at last Forever in peace Not a voice to awaken Nor a light to break this sleep

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William Darnell Sr.

Date: 5/22/2020 1:58:00 AM

Hello JC, Incorporating segments of yesterday passed and the same routine we set ourselves in today. Piecing it together of tomorrow s promise. This is very well penned and has great structure, JC. I enjoyed reading this piece, thank you for sharing it. Take care my friend, and smile JC. Best of Wishes, William

Jc Hawkens
Date: 5/28/2020 5:28:00 AM

Thank you, William, it was my existence for three decades. I would often dread the end of a day, because I knew what was in store for me. Your comments are most welcome my friend. I hope you have been writing.

J Hamilton Gist

Date: 4/27/2020 5:40:00 PM

Love the visualization here.

Jc Hawkens
Date: 5/28/2020 5:23:00 AM

Thank for the gracious words

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/20/2020 4:14:00 PM

finally seeing here the comment you left me about wishing me good sleep. I sometimes manage it better than other nights! I may have seen now all there is to see of your poetry. Let me try one more poem (I have seen all the others I clicked on!!)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/19/2020 8:46:00 AM

For me my inspiration comes early in the morning. I awake with a line in my head and then the piece feels like it writes itself. If I don’t commit it to paper it evaporates before my eyes. I have lost many poems that way. This was an interesting read because this morning I awoke from a nightmare.

Jc Hawkens
Date: 4/19/2020 11:46:00 AM

This poem is the very first one I wrote. I was in my teens and had insomnia at the time. I just couldn't shut my head off. I wrote this after I had met someone that inspired the poet in me. Though, I didn't know what to call it at the time. I think I referred to it as creative writing. We lost touch, and I didn't write anything else until 35 years later when we met again. That poem was She Held My Heart . Thank you for your kind words and encouragement. Blessings my friend

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 4/13/2020 2:36:00 PM

I have a notebook and pen in a drawer in my bedside table. Often I jump up and write a word which will remind me on the morrow what I wish to write about. Well penned - enjoyed the title of your poem. Blessings, Jennifer.

Jc Hawkens
Date: 4/14/2020 3:47:00 PM

I have a voice recorder that I have been thinking of using it for that very reason. Those that come in the quiet of the night are always the most wonderful ones. Thank you for these lovely words, and excellent advice. Stay safe. JC Hawkens

Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 4/13/2020 6:46:00 AM

The powers of the subconscious and of a glass of water.

Jc Hawkens
Date: 4/14/2020 3:41:00 PM

It's a wonder what the mind will blame for lack of sleep—the ticking of the clock, the light on the wall that only you can see. Thank you, my friend, for the beautiful comment. Stay safe. JC Hawkens

Susan Jeavons

Date: 4/12/2020 12:05:00 PM

This makes me wonder if all poets wake at those hours. I wake every night at 3:33, or should I say morning! Ha. You expressed perfectly what so many insomniacs go through JC! Blessings and Hugs

Jc Hawkens
Date: 4/13/2020 3:55:00 AM

Thank you for these beautiful words; they do mean a lot to me. And yes, I do believe that there is something about that time of night. I wrote the poem 35 years ago. I was surprised I still had it. Didn't know what poetry was back then. Stay safe. JC Hawkens

Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/8/2020 7:51:00 PM

Enjoyed the 're-live' of the poem, though I have no desire to ever experience insomnia again. A not-so-silent killer, it is! :) gw

Jc Hawkens
Date: 3/29/2020 5:52:00 PM

Thank you very much Gershon, for the kind words. Insomnia is not something I would wish on anyone. Stay safe.

Maria Williams

Date: 12/3/2019 10:53:00 PM

A wonderful write and you expressed so well what some of us seem to suffer with at the 'witching hour' of 3 AM . Though must say I always slept like a log in my teens. Lucky me....Maria Hugs BUW

Jc Hawkens
Date: 12/31/2019 9:03:00 AM

As always Maria, thank you for the kind words. They are much appreciated. I've had trouble in the past quieting my mind.

Suzanne Delaney

Date: 11/24/2019 7:19:00 AM

Hi JC: Enjoyed this one, as we all can relate. I now use a Homedics sound machine on soft ocean noises. Very conducive to sleep. Hope you are finding your way around this site. The poetry contests give some good writing challenges. Link on the left, also the blogs. SuZ

Jc Hawkens
Date: 11/24/2019 7:36:00 AM

Thank you, Suz. I have a tablet on my nightstand that plays rain. And a fan for the white noise. I have been mulling over the contests. It would be interesting to try different formats. As always Thank you for the comments and advice.

Arilene Ramos

Date: 11/24/2019 6:52:00 AM

Really nice tittle great poetry.. god bless you

Jc Hawkens
Date: 11/24/2019 7:38:00 AM

Thank you. And I am glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate the comments. It means a lot to me... And God bless you too.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/23/2019 7:13:00 PM

I see below you wrote this in your teens. WELL DONE!!! I was drawn to the title because I cannot sleep without pills. I wake after three hours and need something to help me get through the night. 3 a.m seems to be the witching hour as it seems in your poem as well. I would not describe my experience as you did yours, but wow, you experienced this in your youth. I never had this problem in my youth. Oh, to be young again!!

Jc Hawkens
Date: 11/23/2019 7:39:00 PM

Yeah, I've had it most of my life. I would toss and turn for what felt like hours. Only to find that 15 minutes went by. I am fortunate that I have developed better sleeping patterns. I still wake up at about 3 am. Thank you for the read and the comments. I hope that you are able to find your sleep.

Jenish Somadas

Date: 11/22/2019 7:02:00 AM

A strange dream beaitifully depicted..

Jc Hawkens
Date: 11/24/2019 7:42:00 AM

Thank you for the comments. Sometimes I wonder if life is just a strange dream and we are just avatars in someone else's dream

Sandra Adams

Date: 11/17/2019 8:45:00 PM

i really liked this one....good use of imagery to make the reader feel the power of insomnia...:) good write! ps welcome to poetry soup, most people will read you if you read them...so to get more insight, seek reading other's and they may return the reads...

Jc Hawkens
Date: 11/18/2019 6:05:00 AM

Thank you for your kind words. I just happened upon this just recently. I wrote it 35 years ago when I was a teen. Never thought of it as poetry. Thought I had lost it. Then I attempt to write poetry a couple of weeks ago. Odd is the magic of life sometimes. And thank you for the advice.