Michael Ainsley Poet Dramatic Monologue

Even the Dogs Are Dreaming Now

Even the dogs are dreaming now                                                                                                               Their tails Waging against the hardwood floor                                                                                   I en-vie them their sleep                                                                                                               For my dreams have locked me out                                                                                                As I sit here looking for answers to the big picture                                                                                        And in the darkness of the night I remember                                                                                             What it was like as a child falling asleep                                                                                          To the sound of my parents watching the Naked City                                                                     On the black and white T.V. down the hall                                                                                                           So long ago and far away

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Heather Lynn August 24, 2013 at 5:16 PM Nostalgia can often keep a weary soul from sleep, but to sit and watch a loved one dream, even if they are just a dog or cat, can be comforting in a way that is both unexplainable and sentimental.

Timothy Hicks May 29, 2013 at 11:05 PM I'm not from your generation so I'm not familiar with the movie reference. But the way you expressed yourself made me feel like I was there... the dog dreaming was an interesting tool for conveying the nostalgic quality to this. (I wonder what in the world they dream about, besides open fields and cats?).

Duke Beaufort May 18, 2013 at 5:12 PM Michael, I see you write a lot about dreaming. Dreams are indeed a key to our lives. I have read several of the recent works of yours and have enjoyed them very much. You have a marvelous touch! Michael Ainsley August 18, 2016 at 8:57 AM

Richard Lamoureux May 15, 2013 at 7:36 PM Great piece, you brought me back in time. We must be a similar age. I remember front page challenge and gun smoke on my parents black and white. Michael Ainsley August 24, 2016 at 10:22 PM indeed I remember all of these. I won't mention our age if you don't!

Ndaba Sibanda May 14, 2013 at 10:14 AM Good read. Congrats on your premium membership!

Poet Destroyer A May 11, 2013 at 5:02 PM Michael, :-) Have yourself a wonderful and lovely Mother's Day. Lots of Luv & Hugs *Linda