Swirling, twirling
Hurricane of thought
Unsettling whirling
Chaos of confusion
Twisting, turning
Sleep eluding
Restless, dreamless
Wakeful brooding
Should I?
Could I?
What if?
Or… not?
Sun dispelling deepest night,
Dawn-exploding, shimmering light.
Return my peace,
Serenity of soul.
© Barbara Donaldson, 2017
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I’m sorry your brain is full of uncertainty! I loved the words you used to describe it 🙂
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I’m always happy when dawn chases away the wakeful brooding of deepest night! Love how you describe the return of light.
“Return my peace,
Serenity of soul.”
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Those nights when a “hurricane of thought” keeps swirling are so frustrating! All these active verbs describe them perfectly. I hope you have a restful sleep!
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I love all the descriptive words you’ve used.My favorite lines are “Sun dispelling deepest night, Dawn-exploding shimmering light.” Dawn-exploding — LOVE that! ~JudyK
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Thank goodness for each new day!
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Those sleepless, worry filled nights are the pits, but you captured their essence perfectly in your poem. I love “twisting, turning/sleep eluding/restless, dreamless/wakeful brooding”. I can picture exactly how that feels. Perfect images.
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Yes, and right now it is a decision to be made.
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So much brain activity! A brain drain. Hmmm, sounds like a decision in the making or the threshold of a project. Or a night of anguish and worry. I’ll choose the former and view it as a productive night — hence peace in the morning. 🙂
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Sometimes a little of each. Right now, a decision to be made.
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