Inspiration lost......

P.H.Rose

Here in this hour of midnight past,
Words revolve, my mind now lost.
A sound invades my quiet space,
Far too loud cat and dog race.
Hurricane Henry is just outside,
Up to mischief here about.
A haunting tuned being played,
Outside my window pane.
Almost a tree orchestra in full,
Even the maestro's tapping his baton.
My room filled with blackboard light,
save for a standby bulb, shining bright.
My Tinnitus ears a sound of safari nights,
No beasts but insects wings in flight.
Oh tiredness strangles my inspiration,
And now To sleep I must surrender.

  • Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2016 11:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this poem about a night I couldn't sleep. Outside too much noise So couldn't think or write...
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Christina8

    I really liked your poem. Very descriptive and with the exception of the hurricane, reminds me of some nights I can't sleep.

    • P.H.Rose

      Thank you chrissy

    • andetl04

      I really connected with this poem. It was just strange enough that the juxtaposition of the different concrete images made you want to think more deeply about it. I feel like the end really ties it all together. Well done.

      • P.H.Rose

        Thank you...

      • WriteBeLight

        I hate it when I cannot sleep. Try to do that three-deep breaths thing. That helps sometimes. I could visualize the noise. Good work!

        • P.H.Rose

          Thank you WBL...

        • Augustus

          Can relate to the need for sleep as you are so tired you cannot function.Thanks for sharing.

          • P.H.Rose

            Thank you Augustus..



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