I Dreamt I slept

a travelogue poem

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

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

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

[gram linski]

thanks again, Chris, all the travelogue poems were written when I was a wandering lost minstrel not sure of the story or the punchline, appreciate the great review

[Chris Shaw]

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

[Einstein Noodle]

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.

[gram linski]

hey, E, how you keeping man, no sadly I didn't travel down the river, , the boat was actually an overturned rowing boat by the side of the river , always appreciate your visits, Mr E keep on rocking out in woodworld

[Einstein Noodle]

i will do that gram ... you were a true vagabond then eh?! :)

[R.E. Ray]

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.

[gram linski]

thanks R.E. it did seem a bit of a daydream at times, but you are right about the senses being alive, a little uncertainty in life goes a long way to invigorate the old bones, appreciate the review

[R.E. Ray]

Always a pleasure. Happy Friday to you.