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Some nights, the moon beckons
and I walk the silky streams
the rippling mind refracts, reflects.
Serenity whispers…
Waves in the
subconscious, oscillate
dribble a spell of charm around me
Chronicles glide by…
..laughing,
quarreling, singing, crying
I wander with them like a light-headed child
Sidewalks surge in waves-
Milky way of daisies-so unseen in a crowd
Insistently, stretches
my hand out,
I try to pluck one…
“STOP!”- the word as cold as ice
…drops
into our midst.
I wake up out of my invulnerable sleep-
stay in bed till the trauma recedes
and try to tussle over the bare trinkets
left by sleep;
only shards settle on my lashes
ah, dreams are no easy haul!!
Linked to Sumana's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2015/05/poets-united-midweek-motif-waves.html
Befoer the STOP signal, I was flowing in your beautifully crafted dream and then suddenly a break...
ReplyDeleteooops....that's exactly what happened, Vandana! :D Thanks so much for reading...
DeleteYou have really expressed well the often disquieting waves that so many times pass through our sleep; and often though we want to grasp one or another (Milkyway Way of daisies) we never seem to find the way. Ha, you said dreams are 'no easy haul.' I am glad I seldom dream. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteYour appreciation is always cherished, Mary. Oh, thankfully, I too seldom dream. But, recalling a dream isn't easy for me...From faaar away, it’s OK, but up close, it’s a big old mess.!! Smiles.
DeleteExtremely pleased to have you here, Mary!.... :))))Thank you!
I like how you used waves to describe the sub-conscious.. that was really innovative and adds to the charming poem :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love
xoxo
I wish I had words to convey my pleasure at seeing you here. Your comment is most cherished... :))
DeleteHugzz Saana!
Hugs :)
Deleteyou also took us into your dreamy world..."Chronicles glide by…/ ..laughing, quarreling, singing, crying" a film as it were...love the expression "silky streams"..."Stop" is really the shattering reality...beautifully woven, as always Panchali di :)
ReplyDeleteThat was a delightful comment, Sumana...! Thank you for your words of praise... I am happy you liked the piece... :))
DeleteThe way this poem begins draws the reader in wondrously........then the tenor changes as the dream does.....so well done, Panchali.
ReplyDelete"Waves in the subconscious" and yet, "dreams are no easy haul!!" WOW!!! Desire for the sensual and also fear of that sensuality--or is it fear of desire? Where does the "Stop" come from to turn possibilities into trauma and wakefulness? Yet this poem leaves me with more images of pleasure than trauma! I know the subject will continue to feel.
ReplyDeleteLove that last line, especially. :) So true.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, shards of sleep on my lashes too! Well, maybe it would be more accurate to say boulders rather than shards...
ReplyDeletePanchali,
ReplyDeleteI felt that I was in the midst of that dream, which you recount so well. All the emotions which can send us into a mid-sleep panic. I'm pleased to waken up sometimes and realise that the worst had not actually happened...Disturbing, but you have captured the whole event magnificently!
Hope you stay safe,
Eileen
It is so strange how often a lovely dream becomes a nightmare. I wonder why our brains do that to us?
ReplyDeleteChronicles glide by... that's excellent imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you Panchali for this lovely dream sequence...I shall try to balance 'Hunger' with it...that was too much!
ReplyDeleteA lovely interpretation of the prompt!
ReplyDeleteAh, we set our limitations...even in the dreams...well penned :)
ReplyDeleteYou've captured what a dream can really be - first serenity then a nightmare - a true wave of unknowns. I agree with Humbird, this is very well penned.!
ReplyDeleteNo, some dreams can be as challenging as being awake..oh for sweet daisies and soft moons
ReplyDeleteA mesmerising piece, as always. I really envy, your style of writing. Beautiful, Panchalidi!
ReplyDeleteWow, the ideas invoked will definitely effect my writing for a couple of days.
ReplyDeleteThis is such an evocative poem, filled with elusive truth. You write beautifully. ❤
ReplyDeleteI hate waking midstream in a dream. Your wonderful fantasy is fantastic - uggh put aside the stop sign of awakening :)
ReplyDeleteA very interesting twist. I was truly flowing in the nice flow till I myself found rudely awakened :) It's so hard to go back to the same dream..isnt it ?
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