Insomnia

Insomnia

Wicked headache
Bitter cold room
Razor-blade breath
Disembodied footsteps
Above my head
Pillows on the floor
Blankets askew
Rocking, rocking
Sleep unattainable.

B.J.H. November 2013

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November PTSD

November PTSD

I have to admit it is a bleak evening
My brain is fuzzy
As well as my hands.
Clyde and cotton candy
Keep breaking into my thoughts
It was bound to happen
The November nightmares
And arctic winters
Of the past two years
Are Clyde’s creation
A natural PTSD
Haunting.

B.J.H. November 2013

Dreaming Through November ~ Opening

Hello November

Last November ended in a silent nightmare
A prelude to the coldest winter
I would ever know….
Presently,
I look at falling leaves
And decide,
To cast my dreams into the hands of the Fates
This November will surely be magick.

B.J.H. November 2013

Write Me Away

Write me away to the place of your dreams

Show me with words the visions you see

Draw me a world holding only you and me

My finger shall trace the words of your pen

As I read them by candlelight with trembling hand

 

Write me away to the world of your fantasy

Show me with pen-strokes the things that you feel

Draw a place where our destiny awaits

I shall caress the words of your pen in adoration

By the palace gates I will patiently be waiting

 

I would write you a song that held all of heaven

I would whisper you words that held hints of passion

I could sing you away to the sweet world of dreamland

As I sit here and write you with utmost devotion

 

by Bonnie Jean Higgins ~ Mid 2003