John A'Hern Poet Free verse

Memories Appear, First Drops of Rain

Memories appear like the first drops of rain
Who are you, this is driving me insane
Faces familiar do not match with names
Sit upright in bed, memories circling
Leave me alone I need to sleep
Laughter, no pity keep me awake instead
Room starts to spin, feeling unwell
Familiar voices without recognition
Guide me away from all these premonitions
Adventures start, impossible scenes
Scenery not known, let me out of here
Silence, as I once again sit up in bed
The kind of silence that makes its own sounds
I get out of bed and walk the room
Feeling unwell from all this action
My own voice makes me aware
Aware of what, the question is asked
Who asked the question, certainly not me
Back in my bed it is now the witching hour
Every move I make the scene re-runs
I want to cry out my voice deserts me
Throw of the bedclothes, need some air
Something or someone touched me for sure
Help, help, cries go unanswered
That silence, once again so quiet
static, erratic, am I dead?
The spinning increases, my head ready to explode
First rays of daylight enter my room
Thank goodness, mornings, no gloom
Coffee awaits, not too soon.

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Franci Hoffman December 13, 2022 at 3:12 PM Your daymare or nightmare is beautifully detailed and puts the reader in the scene. A wonderfully written piece, my friend. John A'Hern December 28, 2022 at 12:19 PM Hi Franci, thank you for your comments, as we grow older our (my) dreams become more vivid.

Elizabeth Mccann December 12, 2022 at 4:37 PM John, you've got me with that first line. I don't know if this is a nightmare as suggested or the everyday reality as it is for me! Not yet cuckoo, but "reality" has acquired inverted commas! Excellent poem. Elizabeth John A'Hern December 13, 2022 at 1:13 AM Hi Elizabeth, thank you for your comment. Inverted commas? banish them forever as well as several others.

Bhoomi Agrawal October 28, 2022 at 11:27 AM “Silence that make its own sound” impressive. Your sensitive poem is great. I can connect to every line you have written. Are we feeling the same? John A'Hern December 13, 2022 at 1:14 AM Hi Bhoomi Agrawal, sorry for the lateness of my reply. Thank you for taking the time to read the poem and for commenting.

Kim Rodrigues October 5, 2022 at 5:35 AM A nightmarish dream sequence. Mornings lift the gloom with coffee. God bless. John A'Hern December 13, 2022 at 1:15 AM Hi Kim, a bit late with my reply, sorry about that. Lots of gloom to lift these days, thank you for your comment.