Sober Insanity

by Maple Tree   Jan 22, 2014


Sobbing dainty
sentiments,
under a
bewitching hour moon,
I find
warranties written in
calligraphy.

Mother aurora
shines
feverishly upon my
lazy eyelids,
causing me to have
altercations with
wraiths and
rare ones under my bed,
before coffee and six am.

I bridle wishes with candles
hoping the goddesses lay
dormant until the caffeine
performs it's scandalous
pyramid of remorse
upon my gasping tongue.

Growing weary,
wishing to become extinct
before nine o'clock.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    I found this poem very interesting and very unique. Your wording is so great :). This person is up in the morning and through your words you describe them so well. The imagery you give this person is great. I believe what you are saying that even though this person is tired their beauty shines through everything. You crave caffine here and you don't want anyone to disturb you until you have fully waken up. I find it very clever that nothing matters right now until you had coffee. And I loved the last line as well. 9 am seems to be the time where you fully wake up and have to start your day. I loved this Andrea because you take something so simple like the morning and make it a great story!

  • 10 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I am reading on my phone, and commenting, which is just something I never do, however, I find it rather funny that the first poem I read this early in the morning is a poem about being up this early in the morning!!

    As always, I see you in the middle of the poem through nature, but I can feel your emotions behind the scenery of the words here. I can feel the tiredness and that hope that coffee will awaken your senses an make you feel alive, but yet at the same time, it seems you are too over tired to want to be awake, to face the day again, and so you contemplate the thought of being "extinct" where you will have that sleep you need!

    I especially like the way you described the sun waking you up as the brightness first starts to shine down on your eye lids - I thought your wording here was very nice and non cliche, and I could image you almost squeezing your eyes shut tightly as if to pretend morning wasnt here.

    Again, "bridle wishes with candles" is such a unique and interesting term to describe such a simple thought for desperation, for wishing, it adds a lot more life to the poem without straying away from the main point of the poem.

    I enjoyed this, and I am glad to see you writing again.