So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine
[…]
All night dark wings
flopping in my heart.
Each an ambition bird
[…]
~ Anne Sexton, The Ambition Bird, The Complete Poems, Anne Sexton
Notes: Poem Source – Didier Leclair. Photo: Pause Between Thoughts
It has come to this…
You get it. (not surprised)
Maybe you could become a vampire? 🙂 Love the poem.
Maybe. Halloween right around the corner.
Perfect. Lets sign you up.
🙂
and there is no sending to back to where it came.
No, there is not.
Ambition birds–great reframe of nagging thoughts.
Nicely stated Carolann.
So much in so few words. I get it. I never know when the ambition birds will swoop in but I know them too.
My thoughts too Bonnie. So much there in so few words…I know the ambition birds and their black wings intimately.
How beautiful! Too often I am visited by ambition birds, at least now I know what to call them…
What a talent she is – to pack so much power in so few words…I agree. These words will not leave me for long.
Sigh.
Exactly.
I am pondering… during insomnia our own mind is a captive audience, like a caged bird, will the ambition bird, stay captive or will the cage door, rattle enough to open and ambition, take flight?
I’m hoping….flight…flight…flight.
Anne was remarkable. She should have gone outside when she couldn’t sleep. Birds & bats fly then. She could have found a nocturnal home.
She was remarkable Cindy. As is birds migrating at night.