I also dwell in the land of Nod
where the murderous Cain was driven
days are too long and the darkness disturbed
with cries of the unforgiven
in this wide-awake turn-about restless space
you can hear the faraway slumbering
an easy sleep in the earth's embrace
coddled and virtually wandering
body clocks tick off their somnolent hours
by a pendulum swing of the moon
stars look down between meteor showers
- but some of us tap out a different tune
reach for the switch that casts off night frights
glance at those clock hands, the darkest hour sky
dread full comes daytime with dawn's cursèd lights
bewitched by the second hand watching time fly
a countdown to sleep lost in vague flocks of sheep
then one breaks away and a search must begin
scouring the thought scape, dredging the deep
unconscious 'til then of the grit of our sin
I also dwell in the land of Nod
instead of a pillow my head on the block
damned with the others who all ride roughshod
over the face of the midnight blue clock
Opening line from R. L. Stevenson’s ‘The Land of Nod‘ (Nod=wandering in Hebrew). I’ve used rhyme here as a contradiction and counter to sleeplessness in this poem for the Toad’s prompt: Of Insomnia and Sleep
I enjoyed this poem, Laura, especially:
‘in this wide-awake turn-about restless space
you can hear the faraway slumbering’;
and
‘body clocks tick off their somnolent hours
by a pendulum swing of the moon’.
Thank you Kim – I find the rhyme constraining on creativity so appreciate your appreciation
My goodness this is beautifully haunting, Laura! Especially drawn by; “a countdown to sleep lost in vague flocks of sheep then one breaks away and a search must begin scouring the thought scape, dredging the deep unconscious ’til then of the grit of our sin.” I also like the reference to Cain here and your use of rhyme as a contradiction and counter to sleeplessness. You have certainly raised the bar with this poem! Thank you so much for participating!❤️
Your theme awoke some rhyming lines for a change – thank you Sanaa
my breakaway sheep is – just one more blog post …
now there’s an idea!
I like that last stanza, especially. And the idea of searching for that one lost sheep, which is also biblical, of course. Wonderful.
perhaps insomniacs are the lost sheep – certainly they find it hard to follow the herd’s sleep patterns
As I don’t have a poetic bent, and certainly not your way with words, I can only tell you in a mundane manner (I do like alliterations, though, as you know 😀 ) that I love this piece, for reasons I am unable to express…
lovely comment Kiki – thank you – the reader has a right to her reasons (a bit of alliteration for you!)
I love the intensity of your words… feels exactly when i twist and turn, tangled in thought.
glad you felt the intensity as was wondering if the rhyme had made it too lightearted
What a beautifully descriptive poem with a tempo to match the frustration of sleeplessness.
thank you for very nice comment – frustration?yes! I could bite my pillow at these sleepless times
perhaps insomniacs are the lost sheep – certainly they find it hard to follow the herd’s sleep patterns
I like that association!