Intermittent blue-brightness
Unsteady sparkles
* * * Fluorescent flashes * *
Insomniac Amelia pretends to sleep
Blaring lines propagate inside closed eyelids
Dizzying roller-coaster glow-rides
Amelia deep-dives in psychedelic night
Gleaming clock-light marks minutes
with brassband effusion
Confusion * Distortion
Moody hallucinations
Exhausted, Amelia decides to STOP
* * Electric spirals fight her desires
Amelia imposes a waltz dance
* A rainbow-on-acid offers a ride
Amelia thinks of dawn
Monettian smoothness
Satie-an soft-piano fades away
Amelia sleeps…
_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-I-MMXVII
dVerse Poets Pub –today’s word is dawn.
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January 31, 2017 at 10:25 pm
It is interesting that she was able to get to sleep by thinking about the dawn.
February 1, 2017 at 7:36 am
Yeah, dawn seem to be a remedy against insomnia. 🙂
February 1, 2017 at 12:33 am
Lights and colours flash right through this poem!
February 1, 2017 at 7:34 am
Thank you! I’m glad it works.
February 1, 2017 at 12:55 am
Truly a psychedelic experience — the flash of colour, imagery, language. Well done.
February 1, 2017 at 7:36 am
Thank you, Lorraine.
February 1, 2017 at 2:37 am
Oh, the cruelty of insomnia. You describe it so vividly, and lyrically. Lovely poem. 💜
February 1, 2017 at 4:31 am
A very fresh style – lovely!
February 1, 2017 at 5:07 am
Insomnia – when only dawn can make you sleep… the psychedelic swirl made it feel painful
February 1, 2017 at 7:38 am
I’m glad Amelia finally managed to sleep. Otherwise, she would have kept me writing. Haha!
February 1, 2017 at 12:27 pm
Painfully vivid!
February 4, 2017 at 9:27 pm
Good thing she was able to finally sleep ~ Hate it when I have insomnia ~ Take care ~