Postcard with insomnia

I’ve forgotten a word on my lips
while I was sliding into the sleep,
the dream had no titles,
I was not human any more.
A leaf lounging on the lake
pushed by a paddle in a mad dance,
freeze the frame;
the kid is howling into the night,
the heart is jumping out of chest,
she wants to drink water,
I’m spinning in a mad dance
with thousands of whispers,
the sleep is left on the lake,
I am human again,
sliding into the night.

6 thoughts on “Postcard with insomnia

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    EDITORIAL NOTE:- This is to acknowledge that ” Postcard with insomnia ” by Iulia was chosen as 1 of 4 poems to be part of the 5th. Phase of , “ Featured Poets & Poems ” to be exhibited, for 4 weeks, commencing 28th.May , 2012, in Poets’ Corner @ Destiny Church,Wakefield.

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