tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814811414114530849.post2138024462702213033..comments2012-02-26T11:04:52.998-07:00Warrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18267847448047212292noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814811414114530849.post-90327166402604202892012-02-20T06:26:54.199-07:002012-02-20T06:26:54.199-07:00insomnia -<br />every sheep the presage<br /> of another<br /><br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814811414114530849.post-4556098280013203672012-01-23T11:26:32.449-07:002012-01-23T11:26:32.449-07:00Terrific haiku, senryu - Love them, Bill. Thanks for stopping by.<br /><br />WarrenWarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18267847448047212292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814811414114530849.post-69457923813358599732012-01-22T12:18:13.970-07:002012-01-22T12:18:13.970-07:00long night<br />I wish I could stop trying<br />to sleep<br /><br />insomnia<br />my body knows<br />all my tricksBillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10717622168200846486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814811414114530849.post-14095312206406517242012-01-20T20:43:19.413-07:002012-01-20T20:43:19.413-07:00Hi Adelaide - I guess I got things squared away - musta been because I changed my blog template. Thankfully insomnia for me is infrequent, but I do seem to wake way too early and always about the same time. Must have trained myself to wake at the appointed hour. Thanks for stopping by!<br /><br />--<br /><br />Hi Mag - Yep, it&#39;s tough to escape the memories - Love your poem, especially the first two lines. Thanks for your read and your comments.<br /><br />WarrenWarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18267847448047212292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814811414114530849.post-69931942794460335302012-01-20T18:40:59.973-07:002012-01-20T18:40:59.973-07:00each tick<br />calls to a ghost<br />memories of each tock<br />jam the works of my sleep and ease<br />too tight<br /><br />__We wind our own &quot;clock-spring&quot; too tightly... often. This, then, a tension beyond which we cannot escape. We pay &#39;interest&#39; to that sad &#39;bank&#39; of memories.Magyarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14834296565844877410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814811414114530849.post-8681419049860743872012-01-20T16:54:03.742-07:002012-01-20T16:54:03.742-07:00Hi Warren,<br /><br />I just left a note on my blog for you. Apparently, I can now leave comments on your blog. I haven&#39;t been ablt to do so for about a week.<br /><br />This latest poem: Being a sufferer of insomnia,like my father was, I know the demons that come when one can&#39;t sleep. Play solitaire and have a glass of hot milk. It helps.<br /><br />Adelaide<br /><br />AdelaideAdelaidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01807278813737986532noreply@blogger.com