There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
photo source unknown.
4/2/10
insomniac
by Maya Angelou
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
photo source unknown.
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
photo source unknown.
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I LOVE the light and colors of this pic. The poem makes me wonder, do jellyfish ever sleep?
ReplyDeletei love maya!!!!
ReplyDeletea powerful post...
ReplyDeleteThat picture.....WOW.
ReplyDeletewonderful color.
ReplyDeletethis is me, like every night. i become a phosphorescent jellyfish.
ReplyDeletemaya angelou has the ability to capture any feelings, thoughts, desires, perfectly in words. i'll think of this poem tonight when i'm laying in bed wide awake. =)
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