Saturday, April 28, 2018

NPM 4-28: Insomniac's Song

Today I'm sharing a poem by Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné, a Trinidadian poet and artist. You can learn more about her at her web site.

Insomniac’s Song

The night is a bomb.

No one will sweep
up the morning.

I am wrecked,
a vessel hollow
and lost

Undone, I wander
an ocean of dying
moths, with a heartful
of flammable terrors
to buoy me.

This is my moon,
Sliver of bone
among the flotsam

I know the sun
will not wake
for me.

Happy Saturday all.

1 comment:

  1. Wow.
    Having the less-than-joyous experience this last year of increasing insomnia (an artifact of both aging and my stupid autoimmune) the first words, "the night is a bomb," just feel SO right, and they go on from there. I'm glad to have been introduced to this artist.