The photos below have nothing to do with the poem written underneath them. I just thought I'd share what is in bloom here and add a little color to my blog. The bleeding hearts and lilacs are growing in my yard. I photographed the daffodils in one of our nearby metro parks. I hope you enjoy seeing them.
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Never-ending Night
I'm exhausted.
I think I will fall right to sleep...but I don't.
I think my brain
will quiet down and quit its rant...but it won't.
Instead, it hits rewind so I can hear
every conversation replayed from the day.
It reminds me of what I said,
and of what might have been better to say.
I worry, fret, and deal with regret,
but you can live each day only once.
I fuss and fume about the things,
over which I have no control.
Stop brain, stop! You're driving me mad.
This sleep deprivation is taking its toll.
First, minutes pass,
and then they turn into hours,
and there's no sleep in sight.
Restless; I toss, squirm, and sigh,
trying to wish away
the never-ending night.
My thoughts are rumbling,
chaotic, in a spin.
And just as I finally start to doze,
the alarm jangles and jeers,
"Wake up, wake up. No sleep for you.
It's time to begin again."
Hi Connie, I remember all the beautiful plants in your yard each spring. Thanks for sharing the pictures tonight.
ReplyDeleteIt seems like that we all have sleepless nights for one reason or another. I hope you will have a peaceful sleep tonight. xo
Thank you so much for sharing these photos! And I loved your thought-evoking words!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and your poem catches what all (or at least many) people experience. How can we turn off the tape and get some sleep?
ReplyDeleteI've had nights like that! You expressed the exasperation of sleeplessness so well. Those flowers are really pretty. Thanks for sharing your photos and poems. Have a nice day.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful blooms in your yard and I can relate to the poem. I have so many nights like this. Great job as always. Hope you have a nice day. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteGood poem however I can sleep anytime. Rare to fret
ReplyDeleteYour spring is popping!!
Ah-h-h ! Don't we all have nights like these! I usually fall to sleep quickly, then wake up and fret about something the rest of the night. Great poem!!
ReplyDeleteI think we all have some nights like this ...
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your words and loved your photographs too.
Flowers and their colour are lovely to see.
All the best Jan
The bleeding hearts are so lovely and lilacs remind me of the ones we used to have in the yard of my childhood home, still like their fresh scent (even in air fresheners, but not the same as nature). The poem reminded me of some recent nights.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful flowers. I, too, have sleep issues. It seems to be easy to go to sleep, but then I wake up about 2 or 3 and can't go back to sleep. It's like my brain turns on and has to replay the day or worry and fret about the next. I hope you don't have too many of these nights. It's bad for your health to lose sleep. Love the poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing the beautiful flower photos, Connie! I've had nights like you have described so well in your poem. Not fun!
ReplyDeletewow, i can relate so much to your poem - really spot on. And those flowers - love the bleeding hearts the most..I would love to sketch them.
ReplyDeleteI would love to see the sketch if you decide to make one of the bleeding hearts, Sandy. You make such beautiful pictures!
Deletei finally did it - sketched the bleeding hearts. I enjoyed it and love your photo.
DeleteSandy, I love the sketch you did! It is fantastic. I'm glad you decided to sketch it. :) Thank you for linking back to my blog too.
DeleteThis poem hit home for me! So many times, I fret over what I said or should have said in a certain situation and lose the night's sleep over it! I know we are suppose to turn everything off that happened during a day......but my heart keeps talking to my brain......and my brain keeps reminding me........as well as my heart! I love your bleeding hearts! I cannot get them to grow here for me
ReplyDeleteIf your poem was based on personal experience, I hope it's an infrequent one. Spending a night like that sounds miserable. Maybe a glass of milk or nice cup of Sleepytime herbal tea before you hit the hay?
ReplyDeleteAlthough I don't want to experience it myself, I love your poem. It describes the misery and frustration really well.
Hi Connie, I also can relate to this wonderful poem. Sometime I'm overtired and then I catch my second wind and toss and turn for the rest of the night. Love your beautiful flowers! My yard is a very sad sight right now.
ReplyDeleteJulie
I love these beautiful photos. I like your poem very much. I also have nights like those when I just can't get things off my mind.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it always at the moment we start to enter sound sleep that the alarm goes off? Darn alarm.
ReplyDeleteI really like this, Connie, especially because most everyone can relate.
Be well.
Lovely flowers! I rarely have trouble sleeping except when I order decaf and it's not.
ReplyDeletei Loved the heart shape flowers so much ,i never saw them around here [Asia Pakistan].
ReplyDeleteyour all blooms are so delightful and refreshing my friend!
your poem made me sad ,reminded me long painful endless nights when i felt like a trapped soul in a deep black empty well,it is hard to breathe when i think about them even now .
take good care of yourself dear
I too can relate to the poem. Well written. As for the flowers - beautiful. I'm a fan of bleeding hearts - they're so pretty and remind me of resilience and strength because they seem to grow no matter what.
ReplyDeleteOh boy have I lived this nite!!! How you can tell it how it is for so many of us. Happy Moms Day dear Connie. Hugs, LJ
ReplyDeleteFirst let me say how much I love your Bleeding Hearts. Mine are long gone --but were pretty like yours...
ReplyDeleteI never ever had trouble sleeping until the past year or so.... Now--it's just mental!!!!!! We were gone for 10 days to the beach in NC and to a wedding in FL ---and I slept like a baby that entire time...
The minute we get back home, I am back to not sleeping again... Drives me crazy.... Part of it is MENTAL since I am so worried about not being able to sleep.... Don't know what is causing this --but it's NOT fun... I stay tired constantly.
SO --I am living your POEM..... ha
Hugs,
Betsy
You have certainly captured insomnia. If I fall asleep on the couch before bed, I go through the same thing you do. Those flowers are so pretty.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your comments. Wishing everyone here a good night's rest. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Connie, I popped over from Sandy's blog after seeing her sweet drawing of your flowers.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem and can relate but, fortunately, not too often now - when those nights come I get up and paint (being retired rocks!).
Cheers and love all your photos :D)