My insomnia at Night

[white camellia]

My insomnia at Night
Melt in the coffee,
And a steam in the air.
I'm tired, but I refuse a repose,
For Night is a phantom of delights.
But Night brings me peace,
Like an old friend from a tranquil place,
With a heart undistorted.
Its secret ministry in the wind,
Like unuttered word is never heard,
But always felt my heart's a release.

[samercury]

I really like your poem white camelia ;)
Night brings me peace often too.... sometimes :D

[white camellia]

I'm really glad that you like it, samercury! ;)
Peace, mystery, inspiration, love and compassion, all together...

[blp]

I like the first two lines a lot. Melt in the coffee is where you've really found something new to say. The rest is too ordinary, too simply self expressive.

I think you want 'Undistorted' not 'Undistored'. The former is not in common usage, but has a meaning. I don't think the latter's a word at all.

[white camellia]

Thank you, blp! ;)

I like this two lines too, for its novelty and reality which is how I feel about it. Hmm, the rest sounds too ordinary...maybe something more for me to explore...

Oh, what a word, such a mistake I've made, "undistored"! :blush: