Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Thinking thoughts at Three A.M.

My eyes pop open at 3 a.m.
I blink
What woke me up again?
I think.

An while I lay
and wonder why..
I notice something
is, indeed, awry.

Over my head,
above my eyes,
imagine my fright!
and great surprise.

There is a trail
of tiny footprints
up on the ceiling!!
Now, you know
this sent my
imagination reeling.

What is this thing
walking around
above my head
and upside down
while I'm in bed?

This little piece is for the open link night at Dverse poets pub.. Images borrowed from the web...thanks web.


green-bean said...

I love this poem. It's like there's trouble amiss, and you know it somehow. When you find out your gut instinct was correct, you don't know what to do. You're shocked.. And all you can do is think. Love it. The picture is great!

Brian Miller said...

yikes....ha...the eyes will def play tricks on you in the night...but if its really foot prints you might want to check it out...smiles...

henry clemmons said...

I love the temp and voice. The energy and directing to the next line. Now I know what cause me to see footprints on the ceiling, but however it's not uncommon to think of someone walking above us; a boogyman, alien, or hope taunting just out of reach. I like the artwork, and the melodic presentation of the entire piece. Excellente. And thank you for kind comment on my offering and for hearing what I was trying to say. Nice to meet you.

Fred Rutherford said...

nice. Those times you either can't get to sleep or you wake up mid of the night and are exhausted yet can't go back to sleep, finding your mind wandering around and crazy thoughts seeming so real--happens to me all the time. Nicely done, def. enjoyed. thanks

Poet Laundry said...

Aiihh! You scared me with this one! Fun piece.

Anonymous said...

I think this is a poem with potential to be expanded into a longer story and then published as an illustrated book for children. And don't tell me children don't like monster stories - it's fine as long as the monsters don't win :-)

Sabio Lantz said...

Now that was fun!
The rhyme added humor to the fiction.
I usually hate tiny-line poems but here you used it perfectly! Each tiny line was like another footprint of that critter on the ceiling.

Also, I am not a fan of fiction poem that doesn't make itself known to be fiction -- and you do that well here. Well, I hope to hell it was fiction! ;-)

Oh, I agree with ROR, keep this out of the hands of children.