In sleepless silence
night mourns the dreaming
lost to a fallen star.
Shadows chase the ghosts of morning,
ever seeking to consume them,
jealous of their light.
Paper wings flutter
unheeded to the floor
in flightless death.
The wakeful poet dips his pen
in cold coffee
beside the empty bed
and yearns for dawn.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Not being able to sleep is difficult, Sue, and I know it is something you suffer from at the best of times. My mother and husband have the same problem. Fortunately, this is one problem I’ve never had to date.
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Just at present, it is doubly frustrating as both me and the morphine want me to sleep, but discomfort is stopping me.
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Lovely poetry borne of pain. Wishing you a peaceful weekend 💖
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Thanks, Paula ❤
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This is a wonderful poem. It’s melancholy and dark with words of longing, but very evocative. Poignant to, at times. Really really good.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure friend.
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Shouldn’t that be ‘the wakeful poet dips her pen’ ?
It’s a powerful image, but I’m guessing you’d rather sleep that be awake to write about it.
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At that time of morning, gender doesn’t register 😉
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At that time of morning, the only thing I recognise is coffee.
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With all the pills, I can’t even taste coffee properly at the moment… a dreadful loss… 😦
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Will the sensation come back, did they tell you?
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I’m hoping this is just the morphine and steroids and stuff. Chemo will alter it all again apparently. Then we’ll have to wait and see… I really miss a decent coffee…
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You’d think there’d be something to protect the taste buds, like gastric liners.
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Coffee definitelu needs all the protecting it can get 😉
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🙂
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Those feathers are us reaching out to support you. 💜
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I know ❤
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I have never had any trouble sleeping, but this year I have woken before dawn most days. My brain seems to think I need more time to worry about everything. I am getting through so much work though!
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I know… those early hours are wonderful for workign 🙂
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I do need a power nap in the afternoon!
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I wish I could settle long enough at the moment…
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Mine only last for a few minutes, but they do the trick, keep trying, Sue…
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I do 😉
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Thank you for sharing, ladies xx
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This is a very moving poem. Beautifully written Sue
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re always welcome
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It´s true, creativity comes from sleepless nights. A fabulous and very moving poem. I hope you get the sleep you need soon. xo
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So do I, Darlene. I could use some.
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A beautiful and moving poem, Sue. The loss of taste is not good. It’s one of our best senses.
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I know… and at present, I have nothing good to say about taste 😦
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Those last hours of a sleepless night are the hardest.
I know the uses and reasons for steroids but they do awful things to the body and mind. I’m hoping your taste will return soon–I too would really miss the flavor and aroma of of coffee. (K)
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It is so disappointing to take a mouthful and taste something entirely ‘wrong’…
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A gorgeous poem Sue 💕. Thinking of you and hoping you are ok 🥰
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Thank you, Christine.
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❤ xo
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A beautiful poem, Sue. But I hope sleep descended on the wakeful poet. ❤
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Eventually…but nowhere near enough 😉
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Loved the poem Sue, but hope you can rest. Thinking of you every day. ❤
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Thank you, Di. I’ll be tring again tonight 😉 x
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Whatever rest you can get Sue.
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I will xx
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best time to pen a poem is in the throes of insomnia, nice job
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Have to do something with the time 😉
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Awesome poem Sue😊Hope you feel better soon 💜
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Thank you.
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The coffee bit is both hilarious and wonderfully symbolic of creative struggle. Nice poem!
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Thank you. It is also true 😉
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Insomnia has two sides, 1) all you want is to sleep deeply and 2) the quiet of night is such a fertile time for creativity. We like both!
Lately, I’ve been listening to a CD of ocean surf and timing my in and out breaths with ebb and breaking of the waves. Relaxes surprisingly well and sleep arrives faster than other things I’ve tried. Do you have such CDs there or shall I send you one? Might be worth a try.
Hope you find some rest soon! ❤
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I do love those night hours, usually. I think it is only the tug of war between the need for sleep, the pain and the meds that is making it a problem at the moment. ❤
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Love your poem. Hope you get some rest. ❤️❤️❤️
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Thanks, Michelle. A slightly better night ❤
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Sue can you take Melatonin? Hugs ❤
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No idea… though with all the rest of the drugs at the oment, Debby…I really shouldn’t need extra help 😉 xx
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One would think. But apparently not so 😦 I do hope you manage to find a sleeping method. ❤
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So do I… the chemo might do it 😉 xx
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Sending wellness wishes your way ❤ xxx
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Thank you 🙏
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