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The Sleeping Gypsy - Rousseau

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We could live or be lost for all eternity in the flutter of REM, waking only to retrofit the pieces into cohesive narrative, to be forgotten again in less than an instant. It seems we need this life to furnish our desolate dreams, observe and be observed, witness sleep walking and commit to it, jolt from hour to minute, experience microseconds of co-existence. Mostly resisting the grasp for connection - for that, in reality, gives rise to agony. Existing too long fully alert, entrusting bystanders to function as your emotional lungs, you risk a life spent gasping for air. Stay willingly in sedation, lying gently, re-imagining a safe waking world. Self-reliance lives on, in slumber - kept apart from other dreamers who could take your breath away.

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Arthur Vaso

Date: 6/19/2025 1:46:00 AM

STOP, I might have to confess you know more art then me! Stop it! LOL, Loved this

Arthur Vaso
Date: 6/19/2025 2:31:00 AM

Yes I was teasing, but loved it.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/19/2025 1:53:00 AM

Haha I track it down daily rather than conjure it from working knowledge - I promise to only actually remember about 50% of the art I write about :) thanks for stopping by with a comment :)

David Kavanagh

Date: 6/18/2025 12:03:00 PM

On the cusp of true reality Dilly? Perhaps!!! Your inverted interpretation is beautifully expressed, waking up or living only for metaphorical microseconds in the eternal process is a wonderful concept, and a thought provoking way of reimagining eternal recurrence, this is profoundly deep, I’m sure many will read it differently than me, as I’ve possibly forgotten the painting, and was taken away on my own tangent, just what poetry should do, cheers David

Di11y Da11y
Date: 6/18/2025 1:22:00 PM

I enjoy placing layers of meaning from the mundane through to the core of existence (if I can!) and the whole thing precariously being present simultaneously for the reader (or myself). This one started as a thought about the length of time that could exist in a dream and then expanded along an emotional arc (a fleeting one, that I absolutely rinsed for the poem). I drifted from the painting too to be fair and didn't fully return to several elements I might have usually. Thank you for expressing so eloquently your interpretation - it's one of the joys of sharing my left field poems. I snapped out of it after writing the poem and put the cross trainer on the higher setting for my next trick :)