Saccharine Dreams

Dreams are the touchstones of our character. - Thoreau

Photo: Sergey Nivens / Shutterstock

tossing and turning

at the esoteric hour of midnight

the new day reaches out

from behind a wall of sleep

its relentless fingers of figment searching for my heart

longing for my soul

life on trial in another dimension

accusing

shackling

convicting

pardoning

liberating

floating above the clouds

moist loins yearning

fantasy meandering in a festive line dance

a heuristic heart pumping possibilities

yesterday is a spent, black and white movie of memories

today is tertiary and tangible

tomorrow is tantalizingly sweetened and stirred

each day morphs into a subjugated version of the last

leaving behind its crumpled sheets

crusted eyes

torn seams

and

saccharine dreams

Author's Note

"Do not lose hold of your dreams or aspirations. For if you do, you may still exist but you have ceased to live." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Those dreams become even more important at times when the chips are down and we are on a path to nowhere. Hang on to them tight, for they will keep you focused and will lead you to a better place. This is where your lines took me Pete. Hoping all is good with you. Take good care, keep safe and well.

Chris

[Pete]

wow. couldn't have said it better myself chris. where would we be without dreams and aspirations? hoping they take us all to places of peace, love and wonderful possibilities come to fruition always. if we can dream it, we can do it.
thanks so much chris ... :)

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

"tossing and turning
at the esoteric hour of midnight" - the word 'esoteric' made this line gold.
This poem, all of it shoved the reader into your situation. I enjoyed the read as I do all things that are accurately explained and expressed, but to write something entertaining as well as educational is great because it gives the reader something to walk away with, especially a reader that's also a writer. tyfs

[Pete]

hmm. wow. such an encouraging visit cyprian. the pleasure is mine to share such things. wishing you a sweet journey to the stars ... :)

[barleygirl]

It's been a long time since I've had saccharine dreams & you've made it crystalline clear how night terrors can both titillate & torture. Despite this poem clearly being about the night-sleep jaunt of dreaming, I couldn't help but notice the dreamscape grows evermore wild & wicked as your poem goes along, & I was seeing today's current world being reflected in this willy-nilly ride across midnight. Dreaming has grown more jaggedy becuz a reflection of yesterday is swirled with a blind leap into tomorrow (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

dreams can haunt as well as liberate and take us where we dare to go. they unlock what lies within. yes - seems the world today has become a nightmare. they reveal much about what dwells within us. as long as we hold onto a sweet one we're alive and kicking with possibility. i always appreciate your take on things. may sweet dreams always float you my good friend ... :)

[emmajoy]

Like a great many personal goings on, instinctive or created, dreams are an Essential.. they can be, are often, the key to hidden reveries.. the lighter mist over the eyes, not the closed lids of night. But the everything does enter our nights, the past, the present and even presentiments that itch to come true. Your writing really does climb into space, Pete.. you find a thought and fly it til it gets to where you want it.. you have in this write..truly have.

' yesterday is a spent, black and white movie of memories + today is tertiary and tangible + each day morphs into a subjugated version of the last + leaving behind its crumpled sheets ~ crusted eyes ~ torn seams ~ and

[Pete]

for good or bad, what lies within, begs to come out. a tortured soul visits unpleasant places in a
nightmare. a soul at peace dreams of sweet, pleasant possibilities. either way, what lies inside comes out when we lay ourselves down to deep slumber, taking us on journeys of the spirit and heart. thank you as always for sharing deep thoughts of truth em. may all your dreams come true and take you to wonderful places ... :)

[emmajoy]

Tis said that sleep is a gift and dreams can be the crumpled paper they were wrapped in. One's day, one's stress or thought processes hit the fan at times.. but we learn from each other how illuminating dreams can be.. best is dreaing about dreams.. wondering if.. so told, Pete. :)

[Pete]

yes, and that is why i so love what my muse mr. thoreau wrote on the subject. it's not necessarily about them coming to fruition but having them, embracing and holding onto them. like nourishment for the soul ... :)

[emmajoy]

this could become a very long discussion.. however my niece begged to read a few poems in the cafe and soon has to leave!! Keep safe, Pete, take care.

[Sami Khalil]

Very nice format and content. Different from your other ones. Dreams hold many powers and meanings indeed. Some are gifted to unlock their secrets. I hope you are one of them . Excellent sir Pete...

[Pete]

swirled and unlocked. thank you for not being afraid to stir some sweet meaning into your nocturnal visions and morning coffee sami. i appreciate your words of encouragement ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Yes siiiirrrr. You are welcome.