forevermore

middle of the night ramblings

artwork courtesy of vintage banks antiques

tonight I heard murmurs
a mere casual recall
of my indefinite reality
but then it took control

vulnerability undulated
to an incomprehensible rhythm
soft slopes melted
under unblinking eyes
curling into a continuum
of spiraling notions and nuances

glances receded
into not so succinct
and still sympathetic
syntax

suddenly
with the flick of a tongue
wandering thoughts and murmurs
joined forces

yes, tonight I heard murmurs
just before the thin line
between dreams and reality
blurred
forevermore

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The technical term is hypnagogic hallucinations lol they are visual, tactile, auditory, or other sensory events, usually brief but occasionally prolonged, that occur at the transition from wakefulness to sleep. Ypou cam also get them when awakening. In which case they are called hypnopompic. Lovely description though of those thoughts in gentle manicured words Lydi.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks for telling me the technical terms...did not realize the feeling was a "thing"! :) I appreciate the review, John. Lydi**

[Jamestown]

Well penned!
This piece comes across as fluent and effortless,
beautiful top to bottom, Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks a lot, James! Lydi**

[Kelsey Ann]

I adore your writing style and word choice! Reading your poetry is like eating cotton candy: the words melt in my mouth! A beautiful poem!

[Lydia Shutter]

What a lovely review. Thank you very much, Kelsey Ann. Lydi**

[An owl on the moon]

What wondrous ramblings from the night.. whispers of such soft beauty... aching murmerings... So very grateful that you sense such words in this place of wonder between dreams and reality... May you find your way there often... for all of us...

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a sweet review, Craig. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[Miss Sharon]

Beautifully written Lydi! I love your style. ~Sharon

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Sharon. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... Night dreams are
murmurs that are asleep in our mind.
Sometimes I see places that I must
have seen before, but I cannot
remember. Our mind can be a
hidden treasure. Your poem is
emotionally delicate. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Our dreams are a reflection of the past, present, and future...at least I think so. Thank you very much, Pat. I appreciate your review. Lydi**

[~]

A very imaginative writing full of midnight poise. I love the picture, is it you? it surely looks like a portrait of yours :D

[Lydia Shutter]

No, not a portrait of me, but I have been told in the past it looks like me. Thanks for the compliment. I appreciate the time you take to read my words, moon. Take care. Lydi**

[~]

:D you are welcome, and surely Lydi, you are a beauty!!!

[Lydia Shutter]

And you, my friend, just made my night!

[Sheila Kline]

It's Friday so that "with the flick of a tongue" tells me where you were in this state of consciousness; where you were, and where you WANTED to be.....LOL
The artwork, as always, is wonderful too, right down to the furtive look in her eyes.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, yes, Sheila, Fridays do bring out the wild side of my muse...and me! :) Thanks so much for the review. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a bit poe-ish---i like that...and really like the alliteration....that thumping beat to the muse knocking on our door at all times of night...

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Jacob. We can not control the muse. That's for sure.

[Desert Knave]

Wow. This seems so well-timed for where I am today, having spent last night looking back at the events of a couple years ago and again hearing angry murmurs that seemed to fold right into dreams about betrayal. I love the fact that you are so descriptive, yet let the reader find his or her own meaning. So glad to still have you to read after all these years my friend. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

And I am glad you read me, Jim. I believe a lot of poets have the same emotions....we can identify with one another's work. Thanks for the review! Lydi*