My restless thoughts at last stop pestering me.
No consciousness have I when first I’m sleeping.
I long to be submerged in dreams’ deep waters.
Oh, Sandman, guide me past your sandy shoreline
to drift inside the sea of sweetest slumber.
Categories:
hypnagogic, dream,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Not quite awake, I drifted back to dreaming
as sleep would not give up fulfilling magic;
soon lifting me into a sense of twirling-
among bright flowers dancing in a meadow.
I quickly woke to see small snowflakes falling.
Categories:
hypnagogic, allusion, dream, nonsense,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
On an old windowsill of a crooked windowpane in a beaten house
Lies a window-moth on a dirty window cloth.
drained, defeated, and done
Time and again,
It tattered its wings and shattered its face,
plunged at the glass, losing its grace.
She's drawn to a dim light
spilled through a cracked window
into the darkness of the room.
Like a waking terror of the night,
With one half there and the other out of sight.
Hallucinating a pathway through fantasy
Seeking clarity in rays of insanity
Contained by a glass and wooden frame.
painfully numb,
with an urge to move forward
A consuming obsession,
to make it to the Moon.
That lambent orb in the skies
A brilliant ball full of lies
Ignorant to the impenetrable mass,
or the number of miles between the moon and glass.
No matter how much it desires,
No matter how much it tires,
No matter how large the power of will,
The glass is unbreakable,
the goal unattainable,
The truth unbearable.
The Godforsaken feeling,
of seeing, and believing,
yet never achieving.
Categories:
hypnagogic, analogy, angst, anxiety, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Shrouded in quixotic mist
Rolling fields of emerald green
Land carved by coral blue
Simply, ineffable
The chatoyant stream flows
Water shifting, mellifluous and giving
The glammour of the alblaster chalky frame
Impeccably, unstained
An ingenue and I, together we played
Those simpler times catching fish all day
Two wide-eyed kids, "ridin' the waves"
Blissfully, unaware
With grace and demure; yet cynosure of none
Lissome as a fox, my childhood one
Twinkling cinnamon gaze and panacea smile
Beauty, unrivaled
Shrouded in quixotic mist
Where the lily petals dance
Dreamily solaceful
Infinite, sempiternal
Unforgettable
Her face
Unforgettable
That place
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Note: this poem is a response to Silent One's "Unforgettable" 10-word challenge.
Many thanks for the support, mate!
Categories:
hypnagogic, beauty, childhood, i miss
Form: Romanticism