Dreamcatcher

Some days I wake, words spilling over

a fountain into a restless pond

that will dissipate at daybreak

like drifting fog.

Words cling like dew on the

cobwebs of sleep, as I try to lay

them in stone before the mist dries

and the sunlight burns them into oblivion,

a vapor swallowed under the cloak of night.

My evaporating legacy

hidden in these few lines,

I send out like messages trapped

in canisters of sand,

incoherent screaming over distant shores

passed to another dying generation.

Trickles of imagined hopes,

cyber scribbled codes

of a wrangled, half baked brain

waiting for a master sleuth

to magnify, detect and cradle them childlike

into a bassinet of eternal praise.

Make them more than

calligraphy dreamscapes

colored in sorrow and fear

with cerebral tentacles that reach deep

past gray amygdala ragings,

cotton candy limbic frenzies

into pons dripped occipital flashes

atop a pulsing pillowy womb.

Time drips across the ocean floor,

runs backwards through my helix files

to find the big bang dust of memory

that explodes this truth

into a pattern of perfection.

An intricate, lovely snowflake-

word fractals blown on a mirrored

surface, sucked through the nose

of an unsuspecting host.

No matter how many words I write,

they cannot equal eternity.

They are dust and whispers,

rocks skipped over a river,

one, two, three, four and gone,

buried in the code of a matrix,

sentient robots dreaming of profundity,

flowery coded rows of dots,

like beaded jewelry on a string,

trying to imitate the real world.

Reviews

[FlamingPhoenix]

Wow! The imagery is deeply moving. Incredibly well done!

[Dream°]

I love it. Keep up the good work.

[Donald Meikle]

So someone else lay back and looked up in awe at nothing's night
With a glass of Time to sip in wonder
Shivering alone but not lonely
Savor the sweet taste darlin'

[Kristina Moulaison]

:) Thank you much for this poetic sweetness. I enjoy your company!

[Pete Langley]

This piece describes the cacophony of a poet`s babbling brain hunting for a diamond in a bathtub full of glass marbles. Turn over, go back to sleep and wake up later to enlightenment, MIsty! The phrasings are marvellous! P.

[Kristina Moulaison]

LOL...excellent review and very true. Thank you Pete!