I try to sleep
listening to the
wind brushing
through the boughs outside
Death-like…. the night moves by
Mind racing with
past nightmares
swish through
the soothing silence.
I catch the ferry-boat moon,
Sleep comes with a shush shush shush…
Dapples, yet
another unwelcoming drown.
The fur of the moonlight
Draws me to the same underwater Café
Filled with bottom-of-the-ocean blues…
Oh, the beautiful table in coral
pricks my eyes, many
Strobe in neon hues swim in…
The coffee that I order
comes
floating through the water at me,
But, the color? Alas! It's black as squid ink, once again!
I wake up, gasping. and switch on the TV
Far away in Andaman sea, there was a tsunami a few hours ago.
Waves crashed, bodies of human, seals, egrets rose
Water coiled back from the mounds of sand,
The clouds dispersed; a chapter closed. But,
all left me reeling under an ocean of blackness,.. fatigued.
Wonder, how dream manifests into premonition!
Written for Susan's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/06/poets-united-midweek-motif-oceans.html
There are unfathomable disasters that cost thousands of
lives, and yet some people claim that they have premonitions that foretell
these catastrophic events. Are they real, I wonder.
A Fantasy... not real
