I Dreamt I slept

I Dreamt I slept

A Poem by gram linski
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a travelogue poem

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I dreamt I slept
( by the river - Pisa, )
no time to stop 
for zen
in the overcrowded
populace of the population
an hour or so's reprieve 
by dank brown rivers
the playing field of ants
mosquitoes
spiders
sleeping and scratching
through the seldom silent night
drip, drip, drip, 
the boat without a keel
makes a sorry second hand bed
plastic doesn't seal holes
and storms 
don't soothe knotted bone
but the smell of thyme
in dewy misty morn
is good enough for me

© 2020 gram linski


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You have me itching here with those creepie crawlies while you are trying to grab some sleep in your dream. Not a comfortable night with the drip, drip, drip in the boat without a keel. But hey, the upside is you benefit from the smell of thyme on the early morning mist. I am enjoying your travelogue poems. Great ambience and so visual. Nicely composed.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

1 Week Ago

thanks again, Chris, all the travelogue poems were written when I was a wandering lost minstrel not .. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

I think I am liking the wandering minstrel's days:)



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awwwwwwwww such a lovely close sir! after such tossing and turning .. your boat without a keel is strong imaging my friend ... they don't cut the water they bounce :} so did you actually travel down the Arno? .. in your poem is see the vagabond creative ... hitching a ride perhaps .. enjoyed the heck out this one sir .. no time for zen! love it!
E.


Posted 6 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

6 Days Ago

hey, E, how you keeping man, no sadly I didn't travel down the river, , the boat was actually an ove.. read more
Einstein Noodle

5 Days Ago

i will do that gram ... you were a true vagabond then eh?! :)
This reads of absolute exhaustion, Gram, but travel seems a stimulant, so many senses alive, wanting to explore. I suppose those moments drifting off, whether lying in a boat, leaning in a bus, or snoozing on a park bench, are enough when you're where you want to be. After, all you can sleep when you're home, and dream of all the beautiful, interesting people and places you visited, maybe sleepwalking.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

6 Days Ago

thanks R.E. it did seem a bit of a daydream at times, but you are right about the senses being alive.. read more
R.E. Ray

6 Days Ago

Always a pleasure. Happy Friday to you.
You have me itching here with those creepie crawlies while you are trying to grab some sleep in your dream. Not a comfortable night with the drip, drip, drip in the boat without a keel. But hey, the upside is you benefit from the smell of thyme on the early morning mist. I am enjoying your travelogue poems. Great ambience and so visual. Nicely composed.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

1 Week Ago

thanks again, Chris, all the travelogue poems were written when I was a wandering lost minstrel not .. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

I think I am liking the wandering minstrel's days:)

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