I felt a river rise within
perched upon the bridge’s edge
poised upon the moment
and there you stood
while drops of me
slid and dripped
beneath the pre-green
of a sky considering twilight
one breath whole
and the next breath broken
as the chaotic coursings
of wet on your window
you left me on that brink
to plead alone with never
and a rush of rain
descendent
© Sarah Whiteley
I have been having trouble sleeping for weeks,… months actually. This isn’t a reflection of my outward life (I don’t believe it is anyway) as I’m relatively content. But I’ve experienced cycles of insomnia before, and they just seem to come and go without any indication of why. This time I’ve started taking a sleep aid (don’t worry – it’s natural) and while it is beginning to work, one of the side effects is vivid dreams. And oh are they vivid! You might be thinking “well that’s pretty cool!” and it would be except for one little thing. The dreams are achingly, unbearably sad. They aren’t nightmares or anything like that – no dinosaurs chasing me around trying to eat me for dinner. But they are disturbing in their own way. A writerly friend (Hi, Martin!) suggested that I maybe begin to write them down. And here I am just a few moments later and this just poured out as if it had been waiting for me to give it words. So in an effort to purge some of these things and hopefully find a more peaceful rest, I’ll be writing some dream-themed pieces here and there for a time. So if the tone seems a little off from my usual style, this is why.
That’s it blame me ha ha 🙂
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One problem resolved another takes it place…wonder what those dream analysis folk would say about your dream. Hmmm…
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yay! love it. i very rarely remember my dreams but have written them when i do. this one is shimmery strange and wonderful in its sadness.
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I find it strange when people don’t remember dreams. I’ve always had strong dream recall, and they’re usually fairly detailed. Guess I can’t imagine it any other way…
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oh, the style is the same… just the emotional content is different. keep em comin!
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Writing (or drawing/painting) from dreams is one of the best ways to disperse them – or at least to make sense of them – as they are usually metaphors trying to take form.
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Writing it out seemed to help deal with some of the emotions that were tied to this particular one. Will keep on with it while I’m taking the sleep aid to see if it helps any.
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I am kinda glad this was your dream and not my dream!!!
David
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your dreams are vivid, indeed! 😉
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Hi Sarah, very vivid dreaming and well expressed. Dreams can indeed keep you awake at night.
I also would like to say that I nominated you for an award. Please go over to my site if you would like to know the rules.
http://seasonspoetry.com/2012/02/29/mrs-sparklys-ten-commands/.
Just a token of my appreciation for your poetry.
Ciao, Francina
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Thank you very much, Francina. I’m honored that you’d consider me worthy! 🙂
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