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    • Night is the Time to Know Things – Poem, Freeverse

      Posted at 9:04 pm by Penny Tailsup, on May 6, 2018

      Night is the time to know things.

      While the world worries with dreams

      steeped in personal places of darkness

      It’s finally quiet enough to think.

       

      Daylight burns, so bright it blinds

      becoming ash in hand.

       

      Who can help but waste it?

      Time rationed and valued

      numbers and graphs—

      the cost of living.

       

      So I spend the day

      in pursuit of problems

      if resolved,

      could sell my happiness.

      Work days and weak,

      like every body obligation wears

      until it’s gone.

       

      So the night is mine instead.

       

      Why sleep away my leftover time,

      scrape it into sleep’s blackness?

       

      Who I am at night is truer,

      when you question a sky

      that never answers.

      Posted in Poetry | 0 Comments | Tagged dreams, freeverse, Insomnia, introspection, Poetry, sleep
    • Beneath the Blankets, I’m Safe [Villanelle, Poem]

      Posted at 6:07 pm by Penny Tailsup, on May 2, 2018

      Narrated Version [YouTube]

       

      I won’t admit it’s there-

      The monster day denies,

      Demanding my despair.

       

      Won’t peek to meet a stare

      Of sockets without eyes,

      I won’t admit it’s there-

       

      At night my fears are bare,

      The shadows shift with lies-

      Demanding my despair.

       

      Beside myself, aware;

      The monster marks demise,

      I won’t admit it’s there-

       

      My instincts scream ‘beware’

      Beneath the blanket – cries-

      Demanding my despair.

       

      It’s only a nightmare,

      To heed it is unwise;

      I won’t admit it’s there-

      Demanding my despair.

      Posted in Poetry | 0 Comments | Tagged Insomnia, Night terror, Poetry, sleep paralysis, Villanelle
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