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Loved your poem Jen. Reminded me of one of mine. it is the poem for 1992 i think, in my Myopic’s Vision: a poetic memoir’ (Ginninderra) to be launch in a couple of weeks. It has a poem for every year of my life. Warm regards, Virginia
Insomnia
Lying awake
thoughts scurry like ants
whose activity seems random
only because we cannot perceive
their method of communication
or understand their underlying plan
Freneric pest-like thoughts
randomness only apparent
Recognise their orderliness,
they are trying to tell you something
They are being thrown up for a reason
Thoughts that swarm like pests
can be herded into a poem