There are places i have been in my dreams
places where i return many times
to the streets of memory which
my mind created for my dreams
where new adventure awaits and old
familiar foes hide in dark doorways
along alleyways where bright lit taverns
invite with their intoxication of welcome
upon pretty faces who would then
accompany me across those fields
of my imagined past and out
along country lanes of wild abandon
all in my dreams, my other life
when my body is at slumber and my heart
plays wonderous games with the night
caught for a few moments on my waking breath
but lost to the light of dawn's yawning zest
-
Author:
dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2022 00:03
- Comment from author about the poem: im amazed at the scenes my dreams frequent. I can catch snatches of these places in my fully awake state and realise i have visited them many times though i suspect new ones will be created and older ones discarded. I learned from a radio program that i am a lucid dreamer, I thought everybody was until that program. Maybe that's why i can recall some of these things while awake.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
- Users favorite of this poem: Not Entirely here, Rocky Lagou
Offline)
Comments6
May your dreams of wonder and memories fill your life with the glory of your world d a.
Andy
Oh they do, they do... thanks Andy.
You are so right. It's deja vu. Sometimes in my dreams the scene is so familiar, "I've been here before sensation". Lovely poem.
It's quite exhillerating when in a lucid state the other side of me dregs up some fictional place I have created in my dreams. Some of those places are weird distortions of places i know and as i'm writing this i'm picturing how my dream mind has distorted a huge stately home i once had an apartment in on the borders of Herefordshire. Parts of that dream repeat, as do others but with fresh characters... who needs cinema eh?
This reminds me of my dog. No not really. I love the dreams that give you poetry. They're special. Just like this poem
I can't recall dogs in my dreams but thinking about it here and now may well generate a mutt into my weirdness of the dark hours. I'm thinking about what youve written there... dreams that give you poetry.... There must be more rolling around inside of me..
Wow this was superb. Dreams are truly quite an elusive thing. But that description, "caught for a few moments on my waking breath," is actually divine and spot-on. I can relate so much, it's like I can barely grasp it as soon as I wake up but then it just fades away. Your actually so lucky to have "lucid dreams," I've always wanted to have one, but have never succeeded. It's like having control over your own dreamland, wow.
For me the dreams I have which are not 'lucid' one's are easily forgotten in the morning as, just like everyone else, my brain wave patterns change from sleep mode to conscious mode and we simply cant think in the same way waking as we do sleeping. But the lucid dreams i know i can retain some of the places whilst wide awake and scraps of previous plots arrive again in my sleep. A bit of a patchwork really, I'm no expert. But I do find it pleasing when i find myself in familiar places in my dreams... at least I think I do, here in a conscious state writing this.
Isn't it wonderful that you have lucid dreams? I have them on occasion. may they continue to delight and amaze!
I feel really fortunate for having them. I honestly thought it was normal until the day i listened to a BBC radio 4 program about dreams years ago. As I have written here in respose to other poets comments, theres a lot going on in my dreams and i wouldn't have it any other way.... but I must try to get some of the pictures into my writing.
What would our waking minds be like without out our dreams? They so often inspire and even guide us to be more creative. I love how you have framed the dreaming experience. May you wander happily there and continue to be that inspired poet.
I don't really have much choice, It's not like I can choose my dreams, they just happen for their own reasons but i know I can roam around in them and interact with characters in them pretty much in control of myself but not, I hasten to add, in control of the other characters. I may be in a place that's familiar from a previous dream and then that place gets augmented which ios beyond my control but my resposes are mostly in my control.
It would be marvellous if i could record my dreams like a video... The scenery of my lucid dreams, or at least some of them, are so familiar that i can picture them quite clearly right now.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.