Nocturne

Still awake? So am I. Trouble sleeping. It's a perennial problem. Me? When I can't sleep, I do creative stuff in the small hours. There's no point in simply listening to the clock tick by. It only breeds anxiety. I could just lay on the bed gazing up at the black dome. But instead I write. Many of the poems in this collection were written in the darkness on my smartphone, created from my bed, while the rest of my world was asleep. No interruptions or distractions. Dead quiet. Except for the distant noises of traffic on dampened roads, or a freight train rolling through the night. Perhaps a cat crying outside the window, or an owl hooting its disdain from deep in the woods. All of these become subject matter, as do the dreams (from the absolutely terrifying to the laughingly ridiculous) my brain generates when I finally succumb to sleep. The night and its wondrous sky, the poems I wrote in the 'hollow hours' and my dreams became the inspiration for these poems. I hope you enjoy them and ... that maybe they'll keep you up all night.... Still awake? So am I.