Meditation as Help for Insomnia Due to Pain/Anxiety
…will be the topic of my guest post that will go up on Thursday at Jan Lundy’s Awake is Good. Jan, the author of Your Truest Self: Embracing the Woman You Are Meant to Be, is doing a series of posts about meditation.
Still Life
Into that kitchen, electric with the clock’s ticking,
I came at 4 AM
And found nothing but the dirty cup,
The empty table and the vacant seat,
All immovable, all silent,
As silent and immovable as objects ever were.
I left that empty place.
Back up the stairs I climbed
To my room.
Inside its black space I flipped a switch
And stood starkly in the light
That showed the radiator grinning stupidly,
The sheets crumpled agitatedly,
The decrepit Venetian blinds
Yellowed and dented.
The thin staccato tapping of the clock
Penetrated to the space behind my eyes,
Alerting me.
I directed sleepless senses to the stain on the floor
Near the bed
Where the turtle was torn to tiny green shreds
By the cat
And the smell had sickened me.
I saw that even that spot had grown cold and narrow,
As narrow and cold as the shoulders of my chair.
(Only thing I ever wrote for a creative writing class that turned out OK! Back in 1978, my senior year of college.)
Still Life
Into that kitchen, electric with the clock’s ticking,
I came at 4 AM
And found nothing but the dirty cup,
The empty table and the vacant seat,
All immovable, all silent,
As silent and immovable as objects ever were.
I left that empty place.
Back up the stairs I climbed
To my room.
Inside its black space I flipped a switch
And stood starkly in the light
That showed the radiator grinning stupidly,
The sheets crumpled agitatedly,
The decrepit Venetian blinds
Yellowed and dented.
The thin staccato tapping of the clock
Penetrated to the space behind my eyes,
Alerting me.
I directed sleepless senses to the stain on the floor
Near the bed
Where the turtle was torn to tiny green shreds
By the cat
And the smell had sickened me.
I saw that even that spot had grown cold and narrow,
As narrow and cold as the shoulders of my chair.
(Only thing I ever wrote for a creative writing class that turned out OK! Back in 1978, my senior year of college.)








8 Comments:
i remember it more than the other imageries here.
fortunately this is not a psychoanalysis test.
will look forward to your post at jan lundy's on thursday.
Very interesting read, and the previous too :)
wishes,
devika
I have to say it was 'fine' until the turtle bit .. not the healthiest of reading - slightly changed the subject .. and it's nearly lunch time here and I'm starving!!
I'm still about to start Jan's meditation .. so much going on with my Mum or the Nursing Centre at the moment - that I need the space.
What I like about Jan's meditation is that each post will be there to follow & start from the day we commence .. - i'tll be good to see across there 'today' or when that is for me .. more like the Julian calendar, rather than today's Gregorian one?!
Good to be able to come here and read your words ..
Hilary Melton-Butcher
Positive Letters Inspirational Stories
Jan
awakeisgood.com
I just read your post at jan's site...and hopped over here...then over to amazon to order your book...now time for my evening meditation.
blessings and may your rest be sweet and easy this evening,
Laura
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