DOUBLE NIGHTMARES

DOUBLE NIGHTMARES

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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Nightmares, fear

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We lay under a pale blue moon

a plaid blanket below us, soft, white sand

an eve of sensual satisfaction

we are fatigued and ready to close our eyes

seek to query our dreams

at the break of dawn

 

We situate face to face

arms surround

music of night creatures

serenade us

 

DREAM 1

I ride on a cloud

moves in sync with same

in a blue gray sky

thin air consumes my lungs

in a curious mood

until the cumulus clouds turn black

grow big and wild

along with rain pellets

clouds burst open

fling me to earth

I am lost, where is my love

 

DREAM 2

I swim in a crystal-clear lake

water is frigid, yet energizing

in the heat of summer

turn on my back to float

notions sway to a slight breeze

white half-moon appears

along with a brilliant sun

a fortuitous omen

time passes and I am far from land

weary and fear to return

scream for help

my voice echoes up to the hills

I am lost, I may drown

 

We awaken with a shout

weep of our nightmares in fright

until we touch each other’s faces

in relief that they were mere fantasy

© 2024 Betty Hermelee


Author's Note

Betty Hermelee
Thank you for reading!

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Dreams are said to echo a live day's debris. If that be the case you have expelled some mighty and scarring fears in this make-believe, my dear friend. That said, usually you are apt to place gentle bewilderment in your poetry, unlike some who determine to make mock of life, sure he/she/they are the confused untouchables of long ago. How we need you for your a gentle hand and heart, dear, dear Betty. Such fine, logical and conciliatory writing.

'until we touch each other’s faces
in relief that they were mere fantasy'

As I recall (or not!) 'fantasy is often where a forgetful mind lives, because, - there is nowhere else to go'

Posted 9 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

9 Months Ago

Dear Em,
So sorry to shock you, but nightmares do happen that are frightening! Thankfully, th.. read more
emmajoygreen

9 Months Ago

My nightmares are roving heights and I'm there in the middle of them. All others I refuse to have, h.. read more
believable dreams, the feeling of being lost is certainly no picnic. the line of reality gets crossed.
intriguing descriptions.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

9 Months Ago

Thanks Pete, always a great review!🌷
Warmly, B


Flippin Heck .. One's bad enough but double is like yoiks I'm outa here .. I didn't have to read this twice to get the full effect Betty .. but I did, because I'm a glutton for pleasure .. Very warmly indeed ma'am 🌻

Posted 9 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

9 Months Ago

Thank you Neville, sorry I frightened you!
Always love your reviews
Warmly, B🌷

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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