5.12.2013

too much thinking for sleep.
despite my attempts to turn off my mind, its as awake as the sun. i tried to cast my cares & trust strong grace,
to still this loud heart that disrupts my mind...
(i'm losing)

so much life...the colour textures emotions realities shapes stories; these that create a felt existence threaten to overwhelm me with jumble. & hubbub & words go round n round in my head
tossing
             to & fro
like waves 
                 playing with the shore.
except if they really were waves,
I would sleep
                     sweetly
peacefully
                    to the sounds of their
crashing.

2 comments:

Abi said...

Ya tozha [^^^}
(and you just wrote a poem)

damaris said...

huh.
(i wasn't trying to, i don't know the rules of poems...)