Morning Views; 19 Jul

1.

I woke to a sharp pain in my chest

And an outline of my body written in cold sweat

Ive heard of that; of people dreaming themselves to death

She had heard that too, at least last night , that’s what she said

“you’re making yourself miserable babe.”

“no, I already made myself miserable;

Nearly three years ago now, remember?

Now, I just relive it.”

 

2.

 

As I sit with waking, rusted eyes,

staring up the path the sun makes

from the floor to the windowpane,

I wonder if Ill pull the shades back at all today?

Or if that would just be a mistake?  

 

3.

The News rolls across my screen;

Fires nationwide,

Bombers dressed like Jim Morrison,

Your typical

Murders,

Rapes,

 And Plunders;

And just a case of corruption

And invading socialists or two

I think its back to bed I go,

Before they wake the dead

Or implode-

this zoo. 

Reviews

[The Verse: A Poetry Jou..]

This is ridiculous, you should develop a blog around this project and hope "someone" gets their eye on it.

[A.J.]

is there a particular blog/website you would suggest?

[littlewhitebird]

this one was very touchy. I enjoyed the topic of this one, if that's what it was. what with being miserable, the shades and the news, quite depressing. this one was my favourite so far.

[A.J.]

thank u very much! they werent entirely intended to be related, but I can definitely see their progression now. curious. lol.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A deeply personal journey. I like the way you broke this up into three sections. The first seems to deal with the most "id" driven part of the brain; the almost unconcious awareness that we all seem to have, but also have little control over. I like the aspect of "dreaming yourself to death". The second section is like the next level, the "ego" perhaps, trying to make sense of the first section. You survey your surroundings, ask questions, ponder your own feelings. The final section is yet another level, the "super ego" perhaps, where we begin to see the influence of outside events and the way that they put a certain shade upon your "id". You see, and thus you take shreds of these things with you whether you want to or not. We must attempt to make sense of our worlds, that is what we do...

Nicely written...great imagery, and very introspective.

[A.J.]

hi! i can see that being a valid explanation. that may very well be the case, though I didnt write them to be 'connected".. ive been challenging myself to write 2-3 about my first waking hour or so each morning, everything I dreamed the night before, to my first surroundings, visuals.. I never consciously thought of it the way you described. thats awesome.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

The character in the poem could be having dreams because of what sponges from daily images fed through events. The following from the poem is very interesting "people dreaming themselves to death".

[A.J.]

hey! thanks for reading! lol. well, the dreams in 1. are separate from the subject of 3. 1 deals with losing someone important to be (there is no 'babe'- thats part of the dream.) and 3 is stream-of-conscience as I watched the news later that morning.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Wow, I like the format, is the first time I encounter it, now I know how, when necessary to use type style, thank you very much. Really impressed.

[A.J.]

well thank u!!!!!! means a lot.

[Riding the Rainbow]

Really deep writing. It hurts but unfortunately it's our reality now.