Embedded In Sleeplessness (Limerick)
Embedded In Sleeplessness (Limerick) By Madeleine Begun Kane Insomnia blankets my night. Slumber teases — declines to alight. I toss and I turn In my bed, as I yearn For release from my sleep-deprived...
View ArticleShedding Light On Insomnia (Limerick)
Shedding Light On Insomnia (Limerick) By Madeleine Begun Kane The cause of insomnia nightly Is my habit of growing more sprightly As the day fades to night. Though I find no delight In the light, I in...
View ArticleLimerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: Doze or Doughs or Does (the Deer kind) at...
It’s Limerick-Off time, once again. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same rhyme word. Then you post your limerick(s) as a comment to this post and, if you’re a...
View ArticleThe Perils Of Thinking (Limerick)
While thinking’s a fine thing to do, Lately thoughts have been turning me blue. They kick up a stink, So I can’t sleep a wink. (What a shame that there’s no one to sue.) Happy “World Sleep Day!” (3rd...
View ArticleLimerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: SET/BeSET/UpSET the end of any one line...
It’s Limerick-Off time, once again. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same rhyme word. Then you post your limerick(s) as a comment to this post and, if you’re a...
View ArticleRelax, Already! (Limerick)
It’s “National Relaxation Day” (August 15), so an insomnia limerick seems more or less on point: I’m exhausted, worn out, barely slept. Some brain-part is surely inept. My mind’s in a scrum; Relaxation...
View ArticleWallowing In Fatigue (Limerick)
Some archaic words cry out for a comeback and “forwallowed” is one of them. (It means “weary from tossing and turning all night.”) I tossed and I turned through the night, So I’m suff’ring insomnia’s...
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Limerick Ode To DST
If you live in a part of our nationThat creates DST irritationVia forward or backClock adjustments, alack!Spring ahead for some sleep deprivation!
View ArticleNight Writing (Quatrain)
On lim’rick verse I often toil,Compelled to burn the midnight oil.And when my writing’s all for naught,My sleep is fraught; I rock and roil.
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