Swirling, twirling


Swirling, twirling

Hurricane of thought

Unsettling whirling

Chaos of confusion

Twisting, turning

Sleep eluding

Restless, dreamless

Wakeful brooding

Should I?

Could I?

What if?

Or… not?

Sun dispelling deepest night,

Dawn-exploding, shimmering light.

Return my peace,

Serenity of soul.

© Barbara Donaldson, 2017

About bjdonaldson

I'm an average woman who enjoys reflecting on life, writing poetry and ponderings, and having a good laugh. DIY, baking, and cycling are fun, too. If you visited me, I'd invite you in for a cup of coffee and a little chat. I am a Literacy Coach, Reading Specialist, and former classroom and Reading Recovery teacher at an elementary school. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

9 responses »

  1. I’m always happy when dawn chases away the wakeful brooding of deepest night! Love how you describe the return of light.
    “Return my peace,
    Serenity of soul.”


  2. Those sleepless, worry filled nights are the pits, but you captured their essence perfectly in your poem. I love “twisting, turning/sleep eluding/restless, dreamless/wakeful brooding”. I can picture exactly how that feels. Perfect images.


  3. So much brain activity! A brain drain. Hmmm, sounds like a decision in the making or the threshold of a project. Or a night of anguish and worry. I’ll choose the former and view it as a productive night — hence peace in the morning. 🙂

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