Never Able To Convey What The Dreamer Glimpsed

I often dream poems, finding myself in the midst of writing one upon awakening, only to lose it in the transition. They are as diaphanous and illusive as butterfly wings, impossible to chase after, impossible to grasp and hold...fleeting gifts the dreame

Why do I often dream my poems,
scrambling between wrinkled sheets
and worlds of consciousness
to find the right word;
the puzzle pieces of thought and phrase
hidden in the ethereal layers
on the elevator ride to wakefulness.

Why do I see them laid out so perfectly
on a Rem sleep page
Only to awaken and have to embark
On a 6:00am treasure hunt
seeking eggs of masterpiece
written on by sleeps great poets, and their mighty muse.

Never finding them in tact,
only the broken shells and colorful pieces of
a starry, starry nights sacred gifts.....
Never able to quite convey what the dreaming wanderer glimpsed.

Reviews

[radian7]

Very lyrical and interesting poem. The title is attention-getting. The first of the three parts has captivating imagery and a subject that many of us can ask ourselves. I liked "on the elevator ride to wakefulness." especially.
The third section "Never finding them intact only the broken shells and colored pieces of a starry starry night's sacred gift..." is beautiful.

[lady o]

Very nice ending that draws the piece together well. I might break the last line into two, (only) for form but otherwise well crafter piece. Enjoyed the read.

~ the O

[Sarah]

I really loved this poem, I think it perfectly captured the frustrating struggle of trying to write about a dream you experienced - especially since dreams often escape us upon waking up! I really liked the line "elevator ride to wakefulness" Great job!!! :)

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You know, although I did not read this poem first of those that I have read of your works ... I was drawn to it first. This tells me of your "being in touchness." How is that for clumsy phrasing? Your words like your sense of being are very light, airy and have a beautiful elusive quality. Your line:

"written on by sleeps great poets, and their mighty muse" well, my sleepy eyes read it as "naughty muse." Lol, that gives another twist to it. This is lovely work Mystic.

[wizthom]

the dream merchant can only give the picture ,u must remember the words and meaning,
try waking up.try remembering controling ur dream then write them down with pen and pad u have by ur bed side ,,or even a recorder,make sure u are still half asleep.wizthom i can't relate for dreams are my reality/.

[ShadowWolf]

Your crystal ball took my own thoughts and put them so beautifully into words that I could never have written.

Very often I dream a story only to lose it when I wake.

[Legion]

I know this feeling. I know what the problem is too. You are counting sheep before you go to sleep. The poetry gets stuck in their wool. You need to dream of pigs instead. No thick wool. :)

Great write.

[mysticgmekeepr]

...fleeting gifts the dreamer is forced to relinquish to the mysteries of the night.