Insomnia Poem by Anna Banasiak

Jazz on a rainy afternoon. Sitting with your dog in calm comfort. All seems well. This isn't a desperate case of insomnia. It almost seems like an excuse to slow activity to a stand still so you can check your inner self and find your identities as " lonely jazzmen" who have achieved or are about to achieve the " bliss of freedom, " which will transcend the loneliness and bring you into the mellow mood of the jazz performance.

Lovely image u have created. The image is comforting I can relate to it, is anazing

the bliss of freedom and sleep in peace and then again wake up to be creative......... very nice poem. tony

we cuddle the pillow my dog and I lonely jazzmen we fall in the bliss of freedom.desire for bliss . very nice poem.dear poetess. dev