The Oh So Reluctant Nightbird

There goes another dreamless night dragging its weary feet;

Dull, heavy wakefulness reigns the retiring sheet.

Thoughts at random chase each other; my mind’s an open door.

The taunting clock goes ticking by, cant wait to settle the score.

Watching the tireless shadow play; unwavering owlish glare.

Sleep plays truant yet again; such an adamant mare.

I curl, uncurl; I toss and turn; my hair’s a raggedy mess.

The blissful snores of those around all add to my distress.

Sheep filled pastures counted bare; all slumber tricks undone.

When morning rears its glorious head, hope sinks with the rising sun.

Then I stumble sluggish, bleary-eyed when all rested souls awake.

And pray my subdued spirits rise, the dawn’s fair tidings to partake.

 

I do not suffer from insomnia, but have had my fair share of sleep deprived nights. Sometimes a string of thoughts work a recurring loop around my mind maze or some barely audible night time sounds play “Let’s Holler”in my ears. And I definitely can’t sleep when I am trying really hard to grab a few winks.

I actually penned down this poem during those weary postpartum  nights when my dear little tot cried away most hours of the night. The poor bunny was colicky and even when he did fall asleep, I just couldn’t. My mind refused to adjust around the new interrupted sleep schedule. I didn’t want to get depressed or worked up about it so I took to writing which gave me a lot of comfort and kept my spirits up. I couldn’t wish for a better name for my blog too, after all, my writing spurts occur during my episodes of sleeplessness.

Hope you like this poem:)