September 28, 2007 at 3:13 am
· Filed under Poems, poetry, pressure, sleepless, stress
Sleep eludes me.
I hear every cricket.
Their song confirms,
No rest for the wicked.
Think of plans overdue,
Make more for the morrow.
It’s no wonder we need,
To beg, steal and borrow.
Throw on just one more,
How many can we stack?
Before that final straw,
Breaks the camel’s back.
Sweet meltdown at last.
Can we now relax?
Toss worries away,
Like graduation caps.
Let me collapse into bed,
Where the pillow’s so soft,
Please, on your way out,
Can you switch my brain off?
Ahh… at last sweet silence.
Yeah…. that’s the ticket!
Wait…what’s that off in the distance?
No No!
Inbound crickets!!
~smj
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tobeme wrote @ September 28, 2007 at 7:53 pm
Been there many nights. Love this!
KnotKeats wrote @ September 29, 2007 at 4:22 am
Love the last two stanzas. Especially love the line “Please, on your way out,
Can you switch my brain off?”
Thanks.
Thanks KnotKeats and tobeme. =)
Here’s to better sleeping for all of us!
=)
Soulless wrote @ October 11, 2007 at 12:43 am
Right behind the house where I grew up was a small swamp. I had crickets and frogs for neighbors… They threw wild parties every time storms or typhoons passed. (And where I live, half the year is rainy season. So, uhh… *droops head*)
Brought back sleepless childhood nights. ^_^
Hi Soulless…
Sounds like quite the party you had going on there… I bet they were a lot of fun durring the day, though, huh? 
I use to love to catch toads and frogs when I was little… (yeah. I was a strange little girl… LOL).
Thanks for the visit.
~smj
what a delightful way to end one’s day . . . visiting people I’d be delighted to know. Just hope they don’t mind an old women “listening” in. I, too, wrote a poem about a cricket. Couldn’t sleep one night because of the unwelcome seranade, so I rolled out of bed, made my way to my studio and, I know it didn’t take more than ten minutes to jot down my thoughtsI In appreciation, he must have left for other parts because I no longer heard him when I returned to bed. Mary from Meander With Me
Mary - thanks again… and, of COURSE I don’t mind you “listening” in. Please do… and better yet - keep joining in. I find your stories and whole demeanor refreshing and real. It’s amazing how much I feel I can relate to you… are sure your 80 something??
~smj
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