Le Sommell by Salvador Dali

Lately she 
   finds sleep propped 
on fragile sticks // vinegar nights

their pale heat 
     blanching the sky.  
Closed eyes reveal 
but absence // unbalanced 
retreat of shadows

     into thought.
It's all a 
constant toppling,

reaching for Earth
but thrashing on...
    this cursed flight

Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday “In a poem of exactly 44 words, use the word sleep”

Thanks for the prompt, Sarah!

19 thoughts on “Insomnia

  1. Thank you – I love this slightly off kilter, disconcerting poem – it works so well with the Dali. I’ve taken the liberty of adding it to Mr Linky so that other dVersers can see it. I’m afraid Ididn’t know your name, so I’ve used abigfatcanofworms. If you don’t want it there, let me know, and I’ll remove it.

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    1. Thanks Sarah! I stopped using Mr Linky last year when I was having treatment and had very little energy so I felt bad about not reading other people’s responses. But I have continued to use the prompts. Especially the quadrilles. Your generosity in reading and commenting has inspires me to go back to Mr Linky. Thank you.


  2. As someone who’s battled severe chronic insomnia since age 11, this one resonates with me. I hope your sleep pattern returns to normal. It’s definitely no fun to be exhausted–bone-tired–and staring at the ceiling at 4:00 a.m., knowing you’ve got stuff to do in a few hours. Soul-crushing stuff. As always, your imagery is stellar and vivid. Nicely done. 🙂

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