Poetic Slumber

I wrote a poem in my dream

     when I woke it was gone

poetic fairies sparkled my night

          I ponder t'was

a secret to my own psyche 

   could be stuck in my heart or in my eye

it seemed an awesome write to me

         full of tranquility and peace of  mind

perhaps someone else wrote on my pen

   vaporous visitors come to visit slumber

 then vanish like ghosts

          it was full of insurmountable love

 and softness beyond compare

I want to slumber again to see who is this spirit

                            that took over mind pen...?

perhaps she'll reveal herself in full daylight

Author's Note

Being plagued with insomnia & nightmares when I do sleep, this was a rare oddity for me...

Reviews

[Jack...]

It is funny how that happens, you dream the most beautiful phrases and verses, so clear in your mind, you even go so far as to tell yourself not to forget this one, because it is very special and then you wake up and it is gone. My feeling Frieda is, it is never gone, it still remians inside of you. Your dream was a preview of things to come and someday soon you will remember and write this beuaitufl poem for all of us to read...but then again, how are we to know that what you have given us is not what you dreamt? because it is beautiful in its own right. My dear Frieda, I am sorry that you suffer insomnia and nightmares, but if it is this same insomnia and nightmare laced evenings that allow you to write such beuatiful work, then I would have to question whether they are a bad thing or not.

[Frieda P]

Always look forward to your reviews Jack, you make me look into myself at times and see something that I don't see. Thanks so much for your kind words and this awe inspiring review!

[Frieda P]

Featured review, doing the happy dance!

[quinfinn]

perhaps it is our posy trying to break through the facade and release from the prison of her painful memories? i have had dreams such as this one. they are almost always hard to remember for me though and i must compensate through imagination and some degree of creativity. you have an immense talent for creating beauty with that pen you speak of. it is always a pleasure to feel your heart through your writes.

[Frieda P]

That's a thought quin, perhaps, although one dream isn't much to go on. Interesting theory.....

[quinfinn]

i know, one dream is only one dream...but i live in hope

[Frieda P]

The last to come out of Pandora's box...we shall see my friend.

[quinfinn]

i love your writes....Pandora has very little to do with this one....

[Frieda P]

I was speaking more to 'hope' huckleberry!

[quinfinn]

okay, posy....i get that. thank you

[lee von cleef]

To "Surf" the edge of sleep,in and out of the world of almost, you have done it again.

[Frieda P]

Love what you've written here, yes, exactly, the world of almost...

[Marie]

I have dreamed verses and remembered them when I woke up, but they were never anything worthwhile.

[Frieda P]

You're just your own worst critic Marie.

[Marie]

The one verse I rememer writing--this was years ago--went:
Some people come to work at seven/Others eight or nine/But H.E.B. clerks come at six/They thrive on work like wine.

[Frieda P]

That sounds like a good start to me, did you ever expand on it?

[Marie]

No; it seemed complete as it was.

[Frieda P]

Ha I would have ran with the wine....

[David Scott]

First, I'm glad you slept well. :)
I think most poets experience this. Poetry comes from our conscious mind finding the inspiration of our subconsciousness. Poetry is a bridging of that gap. Thus the healing power found in such expression.
Thank you for sharing this concept so eloquently.

[Frieda P]

Thank you & thank you again kind sir...much appreciate your thoughts David.

[Akleja]

Eloquent and beautiful. Unfortunately, I can relate to this. It captures the desperation to close one's eyes and whenever they open again it meets the sunlight and not the neverending darkness...

[Frieda P]

Well said Akleja. Thanks.

[Lover Of Words]

Never doubt your dreams they can be bad and then turn into something like this... you write so well when your awake and when your sleeping doesnt surprise me one bit my lady this one speaks to me somehow but i havent figured out why yet this is so beautiful even though you have no idea how you came out with this i love it amazing job as always lots of beauty in your piece here.....

[Frieda P]

What a lovely review from your sweet self Kelsbells...love it & you! xo

[Lover Of Words]

I love you too!

[beautiful dreamer]

oh i know all about insomnia how do you think i write?! lol. great poem frieda :)

[Frieda P]

Ha, yes I think I've seen you there as well! Thanks dreamer ;-)

[beautiful dreamer]

oh yes lol welcome dear :)