3:15 Experiment Poetry 2010: sleep escapes me
Poetry from the 3:15 Experiment 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sleep largely escapes me:
Late nights. Early mornings.
The neighbor dog’s incessant barking.
The night terrors. The shocking dreams.
brings my sleep
to its knees.
Worst of all
biggest traitor to my sleep
is grief.
Grief stumbles about wildly
like a bull in a China shop
shatters the fragile nature of peaceful nights
guarantees exhausted days
eyes weary & gritty from sand paper tears
new lines formed from down turned smiles
a knot in my throat the size of Tennessee.
I’ve been doing the 3:15 Experiment since 2001. Most years, I follow the rules and I don’t look at what I’ve written until the month is over. This year, my mother died July 30, the night before this year’s experiment was to begin, so I decided to post some of those 3:15 poems as they are written.
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