Poem -
Blabbermouth
Had toiled through the day
Once again, sowing fatigue.
Besides a few yawning stretches
Nothing grew the entire night.
Despite every possible effort
The breaths never seem enough.
Wipe my consciousness everyday
The film of dust refuses to clear.
Even from behind lidded eyes
A lot is constantly seen,
Even after plugging the ears
The noise just doesnβt cease.
Sleep, is such a blabbermouth,
Keeps talking on and on and on,
The accursed scoundrel,
Just doesnβt let me sleep a wink.
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Comments
The tone, the atmosphere, the sense of unending weariness...perfectly captured and rendered flawlessly.
Kudos.
J ;)
Shukriya Jason. And shukriya also for your constant encouraging patronage. Sincerely appreciated. :)
I just enjoy reading your poetry, Sambit. I find your voice, tone and insight very much to my taste and I like saying so.
Thank you for sharing your work.
J ;)
Humbled and honoured. Shukriya again. :)
Loved it.
You know your snoring is out of hand when it wakes you up.
Shukriya Kimmy! That's an interesting interpretation, cause I never thought of snoring when I wrote this!
:)
nice write lindaΒ
Shukriya Linda!