I trot around Blogland, using my little snout to dig up tasty morsels missed by folk whose noses are too high off the ground...
Sea Dreams
Carried on the rising tide of night,
flotillas of persistent dreams set sail,
while whirlpools circumnavigate my mind,
attempt to drown it.
I pray for quiet sleep to steer a course
towards a harbour's calm waters.
But all the while I hear the cries
of ancient nightmares sinking down
towards night's ocean bed,
biding time to resurface...
N.B. This came from HERE originally. In the interests of general recycling, I offer it to Friday Writings You can see me HERE - larger than life, perhaps...
Ah ha, little piglet. I see you have visited my alter ego! Very pleased to see you've not forgotten me...
ReplyDeleteGive my best wishes to friend Caddoc, as well.
Ii will be sure to pass them on, little piglet! LOL♥
DeleteThe struggles of the dreams, the good vs. the bad. "flotillas of persistent dreams . . ." makes me envious, I can't remember my having any.
ReplyDeleteThanks for peeking on me.
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Day dreams can be equally alluring. :-)
DeleteSounds like the sleepless night I had last night. I'm looking for that harbor and to anchor my mind.
ReplyDeleteI've heard people suggest counting sheep, when sleep won't come- but they are too big and scary for a little piglet...I like to count moonbeams instead, shining through my curtains (they have some holes in them!) :-)
DeleteMay your dreams be less turbulent and your poems continue to be so smoothly executed!
ReplyDeleteOops, Google rendered me temporarily Anonymous. That was me, Rosemary, above.
DeleteWhat's in a name, m'dear? With or without, the person making a kind comment remains the same. Thank you twice! lol
Deletetowards night's ocean bed,
ReplyDeletebiding time to resurface...
There's indication of an impending reappearance at a later time. That should be nice Ma'am. Creating an anticipation is a good close Ms Trellis!
Hank
I believe wires have been crossed along the way, kaykuala, for little piglet (me) has no direct relation to the incorrigible Trellis clan - I'm merely a friend of a friend! But I certainly hope to be seen again. :-)
DeleteThat's for cleverly crafted sea dreams I like the calm waters as well The whirlpools just make you seasick
ReplyDeleteSea sick in a whirlpool? Eek! That's an image to avoid. lol. Calm has a lot going for it, in stomach or harbour. :-)
DeleteI like the metaphor of sea dreams as flotillas carried on a rising tide of night. Hopefully the terrors of the briny will still and carry you to safe harbours.
ReplyDeleteI'm lucky never to have lived far from a harbour or two, and they have all been as safe as house. Thanks for swimming to see me. :-)
DeleteSuch vivid imagery... I can feel the restlessness, the need for calm, the anxiety evoke by the not-so-nice dreams waiting to pounce. Insomnia is an exhausting monster.
ReplyDeleteExhausting, yes, but great as a Muse!
DeleteIndeed! 😁
DeleteLittle piglet though your nightmares are so picturesque I wish you beautiful dreams
ReplyDeleteAah, Bless! What a great wish. :-)
ReplyDeleteDreams have the ability to resurface when least we want them .... muscle memory at its worst. Your poem is beautifully composed.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words Helen:-) ♥
DeleteI completely feel the restlessness expressed in this poem. As someone who lives with (complex) PTSD, I can completely relate. I love the sea analogy too. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteNightmares can happen in the daytime too, but perhaps with insight and understanding they can be erased from our consciousness? I hope your daydreams always win their fights with pesky nightmares. *smiles* ♥
DeleteI can relate with nightmares awakening and sinking unto the ocean bed
ReplyDeleteAs long as you're wearing a 'dream' life jacket, on you won't do any sinking though! LOL♥
ReplyDeleteOh dear - my little trotters do make silly mistakes when typing. In the comment above, I've no idea why/how the word 'on' got squeezed into the middle of a sentence. N.B. to self "I must read what I'm writing before clicking 'send'! :-)
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