Daver Austin Poet Narrative

Wild Dreams

WILD DREAMS

I’m fighting it off
But the lids are heavy

The backside of reality
My worst fears in isolation
And nothing to be done

Old Fido could help
But he’s asleep
Feet in motion    twitching
Brain just a puddle    with buzzing flies

When you wake in the morning glad to be rational
Something is deep-stalking
Something too secret     following 
Following daily
Just out of reach

God help me
I’m going
Not even a cold sweat

There is this damn tune on the tube
Trying to bolster up a one-star
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Andrea Dietrich December 3, 2014 at 3:53 PM thanks for what you said on my limerick, Daver. Apparently Mr. "limerick" man did not deem it good enough in his contest!

Poet Destroyer A October 1, 2010 at 7:11 PM i like how you said "the backside of reality", dreams can be strange, enjoyed your write..P.D.

Gordon Hickman September 28, 2010 at 1:03 AM Unusual, and inventive Daver, a good read. thanks for the comments, I don't know about, 'Mary Jane' it's more like bloody Mary over here! Gordon, (hicky)

John Loving Iii September 27, 2010 at 2:21 PM why fight it? and your right; it does date you. john

Sara Kendrick September 26, 2010 at 12:06 PM Enjoyed this one...I especially enjoyed the part about Fido dreamin' and twitchin'...Our dog will cry in his sleep like he is haviing a horrible nightmare..I guess he must be dreamin' of a thunder and lightin' storm of which he is so afraid..Glad that I chose this one to read..Sara

Andrea Dietrich September 26, 2010 at 8:42 AM This one is very eerie, Daver. Twilight Zonish. Maybe that slasher guy from Nightmare on Elm Street is invading your waking moments too! good one. Andrea

Wilma Neels September 25, 2010 at 2:15 PM You had me checking to see if I was dreaming Dave. Great write you got here, vivid indeed. Me like ;)

Iolanda Scripca September 25, 2010 at 9:44 AM I had some of these feelings several times. Restless mind with no sleep or dreams...Thanks for your comment on my poem :)

Carrie Richards September 25, 2010 at 8:34 AM Just out of reach.........oh yes...how well, you have described that strange feeling.....excellent! :)

Diane Locksley September 25, 2010 at 8:18 AM You sound like me, tossing and turning all night, jealous of the way some people can tune out the world and fall asleep like Fido. This poem is very well written -- great images and clearly conveyed thoughts. Best to you, Diane

Carolyn Devonshire September 25, 2010 at 6:59 AM We often have trouble sleeping, Daver, and I can see why you would be jealous of Old Fido as you watch his feet twitch while he dreams. Instead of struggling to sleep, I do what you describe here -- turn on the tube ever so softly and eventually we drift off. Very interesting poem, Daver. I, too, have "Wild Dreams" often. Love, Carolyn

Doris Culverhouse September 25, 2010 at 6:30 AM strange dreams .... hope you have sweet dreams and a good night today!