Postcard with Insomnia


I’ve forgotten a word on my lips

while I was sliding into the sleep

the dream had no titles

I was no human any more

A leaf lounging on a lake

pushed by a paddle in a mad dance

Freeze the frame!

the kid is howling into the night

the heart is jumping out of the chest…

she only wants to drink water

I’m spinning into a mad dance

with thousands of whispers

the sleep is left on the lake

I human again sliding into the night


  1. Andrew J. Sacks says

    Good title and good post! Thank you.

  2. iulia gherghei says

    Thank you, Andrew J. Sacks!

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