Wednesday, 11 August 2010

The generic early morning GD post.

    Waking up crying's a new one, never done that before! Hey, that first sentence could be a lyric from Dolly Parton at her most sentimental!
     OK, back to square one. Girl dreams, insomnia, the works. It's cumulative stress that's to blame, from work, family and life in general.
     Sitting in our flat with the curtains drawn you can hear the city waking up, if you are a seasoned observer as I am you can make a pretty good guess at what time it is from noise alone. The main road noise never completely goes away but rises gently from its night-time low while the trains all start their engines and sit idling from about five o'clock.
     I feel a little disappointed to have returned to this position. I could have made this post months ago, I thought I'd moved on from then and conquered the sleeplessness. Time to focus on the good stuff. And make some tea.

4 comments:

  1. I like listening to a city waking up. And I like this poem too. nd I'm sorry you're waking up crying.

    Prayer

    Some days, although we can not pray, a prayer
    utters itself. So, a woman will lift
    her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
    at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

    Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
    enters our hearts, a small familiar pain;
    then a man will stand stock still, hearing his youth
    in the distant latin chanting of a train.

    Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
    console the lodger looking out across
    a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
    a child's name as though they named their loss.

    Darkness outside. Inside, a radio's prayer —
    Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

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  2. Blimey, I do come over as a sadsack, don't I. Apologies all round. Wish I could remember exactly what it was about my dream that was so upsetting.

    I've just spent an entertaining while I should have spent working, Googling Carol Ann Duffy. Thanks for that, for someone whose daily grind involves the manipulation of language I sometimes find it's an area in which my education is sadly lacking.

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  3. It is amazing how it comes in waves and goes again. Its always a shock when the GD comes back though even though deep down you know it might do.
    Deep breaths it will get better.

    xx ((((((((hug)))))))))

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  4. Thanks, yes it's on the ebb now. Fun fun fun eh!

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