Slumber breaks
Fleeting thoughts dance around the periphery of consciousness.
A befuddled mind grasps tangled memories of stories left untold
propelling thoughts of panic, of what and where and why.
Slumber breaks
Fragmented former selves clamor for attention.
Ephemeral moments between sleep and wake become the platform
For lives once lived and loves long lost
for unfulfilled dreams drowned by stark realities and brutal circumstances.
Slumber breaks
Consciousness bears the demon of unrest on shoulders heavy with despair,
Despondent thoughts hallucinate alternative realities and bearable fictions,
Twisting tales riddled with reprieve.
Frustration dissipates and dreams dominate.
©2010 frayedges and http://www.frayedges.wordpress.com
June 4th, 2011 at 5:45 am
Hi. 🙂 I can very well relate to the poem. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this.
June 4th, 2011 at 6:16 am
That picture is so intriguing! And the poem itself blows me away, beautifully written, pain, depth, unrest oh I have felt this way so many times
June 4th, 2011 at 10:09 am
Thanks D and mindlovemisery. I appreciate the comments. I’ll be by to check out your stuff. Happy rally.
June 4th, 2011 at 4:35 pm
I agree the picture adds another dimension to the poem!
June 5th, 2011 at 5:08 pm
I got the pic from Morguefiles- it’s a great resource.
June 4th, 2011 at 1:20 pm
I can relate …what divine/fundamental expression.
Glad to see you back in the rally.
Bless your day.
June 4th, 2011 at 1:34 pm
Thanks Jingle. It’s good to be back. I finally forced myself to sit and write something.
June 4th, 2011 at 10:21 pm
Your poem really captures the pain of a sleepless, anguished night. The line “consciousness bears the demon of unrest on shoulders heavy with despair” says it all for me. Great job!
June 5th, 2011 at 7:00 am
20 out of 10. 🙂 I super love this poem 😀
June 5th, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Thanks Judith and iamjoross. I am glad you liked it (makes those restless nights worthwhile). I will be by soon to visit your blogs.
June 6th, 2011 at 9:06 am
great poem about something most people can relate to really liked it thanks for sharing
June 6th, 2011 at 4:44 pm
Well thanks Kez. Glad you liked it.
June 6th, 2011 at 4:09 pm
Your poem evoked two root vegetables for me. The onion and the potato. The onion for the parts of us that need peeling to free us from illusion and the potato for faith, growing in the ground unseen, yet there, faith to know love is there for us! This is what came to me. Your poetry and photo are a great fit. Beautiful!
June 6th, 2011 at 4:44 pm
What a beautiful way to view it. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
June 6th, 2011 at 8:05 pm
Such excellent wordplay.
These complex lines that fit together well are never really that easy
June 6th, 2011 at 11:19 pm
Thanks Richard. Yes, I had to work at this one. Usually poems pop into my head, inspired, but not this time. It was good practice.
June 7th, 2011 at 10:21 am
If I had to guess, based on the poems I’ve been reading, no one is getting a good night’s sleep. Including me.
June 7th, 2011 at 3:31 pm
You could be right. 🙂
June 7th, 2011 at 11:42 am
Your capture of those strange twilights of the mind in the drift from sleep to wakefulness is superb. This is a rather fine poem, you know. Enter it for a prize.
Thanks for visiting 1513fusion.
regards
Harry
June 7th, 2011 at 3:07 pm
ooo, this is pretty good. damned good in fact. I like it.
June 7th, 2011 at 3:32 pm
Thanks Harry and Jesse. That makes me feel good.
June 8th, 2011 at 6:58 pm
LOVE IT!!! LOVE IT!!!
June 8th, 2011 at 8:02 pm
Thanks mkinchlow!
June 9th, 2011 at 8:48 am
Some nights are tough and you illustrate that well here. The photo you selected is the perfect foil. Nice work! Thanks!
June 10th, 2011 at 12:09 am
Thank you for visiting my site. I love reading your poetry.
Indie
June 16th, 2011 at 11:19 pm
Thanks Jamie and Infigo!