Sunday Whirl (Wordle #113) presents a list of words
that we must incorporate in a writing piece.
The words this week are:
moonshine, anything, scoop, cave, shatters, wake,
giggle, cut, load, sense, splits, crazy, chattering
The Voices.
The moonshine plays on the meadow,
As I lie in bed, awake.
A thousand voices chattering,
Leaving questions in their wake.
In my sombre cave of fat and bone,
A host of goblin’s whispers churn,
They then overload my senses,
Giggle at my concern.
They dance a crazy, frantic dance
Where anything can be,
They scoop and dive and then contrive
To cut up my sanity.
The alarm splits the revelry from the dawn,
Shattering the dreams gone by.
So now I recall that I couldn’t sleep
But can’t remember why.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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Probably best not to remember.
ReplyDeleteDelightful... Love the rhyme ... Also congratulations on your Limerick mention... So much fun :)
ReplyDeleteOh those dreams! This poem is great fun and a good use of the wordle words.
ReplyDeleteOK at weekend - not so good during the week!
ReplyDeletePerhaps that is just as well.
ReplyDeleteLovely moonshine indeed.
ReplyDeleteThat blasted imp comes and sits on my chest sometimes.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem!
This is terrific and I can so relate to this experience. The third stanza is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteI like very much! I have to admit though, being from the southern part of the USA I thought of something completely different when you mentioned moonshine.
ReplyDeleteSo now I recall that
ReplyDeleteI couldn’t sleep
But can’t remember why
Happen to me too, quite frequently. Nicely Cosmo!
Hank
Loved the mental images that formed and I too can't remember why I wake up as if I hadn't slept at all!! Loved the last stanza!!
ReplyDeleteWhat fun! I hear those chattering voices at times too! (Usually 3AM) Great use of the words and I appreciate a poet who uses rhyme the way you do!Whirl 113
ReplyDeleteGreat rhyme and I rarely remember my dreams too, thank goodness.
ReplyDeleteHaving posted mine I find you had the same thoughts but with less than happy results. Some you win some you don't! Your poem however was exemplary.
ReplyDeleteThey scoop and dive and then contrive
ReplyDeleteTo cut up my sanity.
Love this, not least your creative use of the word "scoop". And your final couplet is brilliant.
I loved this. I can so relate. You beautifully describe the state of the nocturnal over-active mind, J Cosmo.
ReplyDeleteFun poem and use of the words. Your last stanza is a hoot!
ReplyDeleteJ Cosmo, this is wonderful and your rhyming is top-notch.
ReplyDeletePamela
the rhyme, the meter, the tale; totally charming
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Lovely use of the wordle words.
ReplyDeleteThis is a fun romp. Truly enjoyed it. Thanks J Cosmo.
ReplyDeleteCaptures the 5am state of mind perfectly. (Or 2am, 3am, 4am....)
ReplyDeleteYes, there is just that awkward trip to the study in the chilly night to write down the thoughts so that they do not dissolve in the ebb and flow of semi-sleep.
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