At the Ball of Insomnia

Fingers in my tussled hair

drag me to insomnia's dance,

where worry swirls with drastic thoughts

in tormenting Tarantella.

Vexation tangos with frustration,

distress sits brooding like a wallflower,

anguish with sarcasm's laughing

at my fragile disposition.

Then exhaustion offers nectar

and wraps me in the shroud of night,

to oblivion I'm descending

to await the dance of tomorrow's dark.

A contest entry

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By me, right now

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Namita
September 20, 2007
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Wonderful. But I xcan't see wqhere this was placed... DQ. Sorry...
Danna Hobart
September 2, 2007

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Oh yes! Anybody who has ever sat up nights worrying about things can relate to this. Nice job. I really felt it.
sarajaneUK
August 14, 2007
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a lovely fluid write dear sister, am sure this will do very well!
starwing
August 14, 2007

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now this was quite a lovely piece...it worked and flowed well... i loved the use of emotions... been there done that! LOL...peace and love... Desi
capricornpoet
August 14, 2007

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marvelous dark poem
...leaving the night to the dance demons..
full of images of couples dancing on in a shadow room of tango music ...inspiring poetry
hoodoolover
August 14, 2007

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Very clever approach to insomnia, matching the emotions and feelings with a like dance/scenario at the ball. Images of vexation and frustration tangoing are vivid upon reading this. Run the gamut so sleep takes you, mercifully. I can find no fault with this write, although in the title insomnia is mispelled, and I would captitolize ball and insomnia within the title itself, just me . Very nice work!
- masterblaster
  August 14, 2007
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  Hi hoodoolover, many thanks, yes good point ,this computer is as old as Moses and has a few sticky tabs, I should have checked, hugs Di