insomnia – Angele Toomey Poetry

Sunday morning

I am not a morning person. Daily routineThe coffee maker’s whirris how you get me to stirIt’s promise of caffeine Is what I needI have to live through “morning”Return to the warm embrace of eveningMy days are for people, being a cloneAnd the night is freedom and mine alone

Early mornings

Not much of an intro today, more flow of thoughts about mornings. Mornings are not that greatThe early birds, they say, get the wormsBut I don’t want to deal with the wiggle and squirm.Anyway, you can get tablets for that.I imagine sunrise is just a sunset in reverse, so I’d rather stay in bedFor aContinue reading “Early mornings”

A good night’s sleep

I don’t always get a good night sleep. I can be too cold, too hot, too awake…or pushed into anatomically impossible positions by two adorable cats that take up a disproportionate amount of blanket real estate. And then, of course, is the sleep itself. I have become a very light sleeper and often have ‘busyContinue reading “A good night’s sleep”

Questions that keep me up at night

So, it’s 1am and I can’t sleep. Rather than toss and turn I decided to get up and work on a phrase that was rattling around my brain. This is very unpolished… Seriously, where do I put that? What do I do with everything I know? Where do I put the specific details of eachContinue reading “Questions that keep me up at night”