Dreamer Rearmed
Who is it peels the sleep from my eyes?
What slid the drowse down off my lids?
A gentle pat to tap me awake,
and I feel that other world vanish, flee.
Oh, dear dreams I can no longer read!
They race away in spite of all my care.
Frail as a trampled reed, swifter than deer,
their arcs of light fade to a shadowy scar.
To file the wild unknown inside ordinary life
I never aspired; this is despair.
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Reality will alter, but how much later?
Meanwhile I live this side of the veil.
Sad and silent, I learn to listen,
to rediscover the recent centre.
Not a naiver leap back into the ravine —
feet on the ground, I can still begin being.
I search the arts for my guiding star,
ward off conformity by starting to draw.
Or share visions in words, for any who hears.
A siren song, the dream within me is risen!
In Weekly Scribblings #21 at Poets and Storytellers United, Magaly invites us to play with anagrams. I have matching pairs in every line of this poem and also the title. Way to go with the mixed metaphors, lol! Making some kind of coherent narrative was challenging, and fun.
In Weekly Scribblings #21 at Poets and Storytellers United, Magaly invites us to play with anagrams. I have matching pairs in every line of this poem and also the title. Way to go with the mixed metaphors, lol! Making some kind of coherent narrative was challenging, and fun.