We pass each other
in the night…
two ships on
insomnia’s sea
seeking the same
illusive horizon.
Silence is the swells
that batter us…..
but neither
will calm the waves
with repentance.
We wander bottled
in our pain and anger
letting it ferment into
sleepless hours driving
us further from absolution.
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Mrs. Jim awoke (I didn't awaken her) at 5:10. Neither of us could get back to sleep. Our ships sailed together sending loudspeaker and semaphore signals back and forth until 6:00 when I turned the news on.
We got up at 6:30 theatening to take a nap in the harbor this afternoon. Pretty much we've sailed together for 40 years now.
Wow!!!
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Silence is the swellsthat batter us…..
This is a sad one, but so well done ~ Smiles ~
that batter us…..
Very true Susie! In fact it can be so damaging as it wears us off! Others might not even realize it. That makes it worst! Nicely!
Hank
will calm the waves
with repentance.
pride, hurt, fear... oh really, how much easier a hand reached out... but no. Sometimes I think people like to be miserable.
Sad poem - very well done.
@J Cosmo Newberry, Yes, it is too familiar at times
@Susan, thanks!
@Grandmother, my husband and I have made it 43 years by talking it out. :)
@Jim, sounds like you and your wife have sailed life's sea well together.
@Grace, thank you
@Laura, it was sad writing it
@LaTonya, yes it does read better than it is lived. Thank you
@Hank, thank you!
@Margaret, I know people who live miserable and seem to not want it any other way. Thank you!
Not a tragedy, but there's a lot of yawning going on around here in the evening when we try to watch TV together. We try to keep the dog awake, so she'll sleep through the night, but to no avail.
Yours is a sad but beautiful poem, Susie. Sorry if my response sounds trivial. After years of sleep disorders I know no kind of insomnia is good.
K
@Sharp Little Pencil, thank you!