Sunday, March 09, 2014

Glad to Share My Incredible Nightmare

author’s note:

I'm reminded of the expression, "He's a nice person--when he's asleep."

Whoever coined that phrase has never seen my dreams.


What a night!--
hail rained down
through my dreams
to stick in my heel and crop
all the next day
as I tried to talk, to walk
as if not so discombobulated
by a sleep
that was non-sleep.

The steam of what boils in my heart
finds release in dreams--
at times, refined
into a pipe organ melody angelic

but more often blasting a cacophony--
sometimes quite terrifying:

those fists of ice shrieked in a thundering wind--!

But I must admit
such lightning storms
give me a charge--
despite the frazzled
burnt-crisp aftershock:

a charge absent the next night
when I'm refreshed and eased
by gentle visions gone in a wisp...

leaving me with no better story
than to repeat what happened
night before last.

© 2014, Michael R. Patton
dreaming steps

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