Category Archives: dreams

Slumber Life

Yesteryear’s Fine Flour expos’d
while whispers Mind
shuffling Reality with Fiction

Memories barely remember’d
sometimes Some
sometimes None

Vocals familiar
Functions corporeal
Feelings tactile
even awful Disconcertions
auspiciously disprov’d by Bed’s Arousement

so many Canvasses of Thought
be blown Pollen into Far Forgotten
until Currents recurring
once again embrace Sails of Sleep              

            ‘Yor

Dream Pollen 3

a strong wind
of uncontrol’d thought
blows like a cue ball
into families of rem

scattering kin to and fro

changing dance partners
the real with the unreal

most of which will be forgotten

others for safekeeping
till the next runaway gale

Collision of Thoughts (03/24)

‘twas not always a part
of this infrequent dream
where land and sky rendezvous’d
in quiet harmony

but now a distant gap
has been arcanely occupy’d
with another mystery to engage
this already megafusion of senses

what else might be there
on some return trip?

Dream III

splash’d was my mind
with a whisper
of hue on furlough
of age forgotten
of entities that never were

and when my eyes
yawn’d and left their pillow
strain’d I my intellect
only to remember none of it

and still but a partial play
in a future slumber

Dreamscape 1126: Magic Carpet Ride

Dreamcatcher

Fishgathering
inside Cauldron
of Reverie

Visions
some replay’d
in exact morsel
but briefly
at times
‘twixt months
e’en years

blown There
all Dreamers’ senses
in black and white
sometimes color

into feeling…

… Really There

till Sleep
thy breath
be lost

(Dreamcatcher craft by my neighbor, Etti)

Breach

whimsical glimpse
in my sleep
only shadows
of my thoughts

the tongue
of my mind
numb
speechless

knowing her name
knowing the dream of her
cannot hear me

until
the snake
of untimely darkness
becomes a comfort
I’ll never remember

Figment on a Thread

I keep returning here
from another dream
knowing what’s
around every next corner
behind every next doorway
beneath every next footstep

but then the haze be sever’d
without tocsin
bleeds out the vision
evaporates its memory

till outside my sleep
a spark in distant time
bethinks that same place
where I’ve never been

or have I?
sometime else?