My sleep has memory

My sleep has memory,
it shake the dreams
and winds them down
My ear. It plays
the prevalence of mood
with shadowy fingers on the flute
of fear
remembered
by my body’s toss and turn,
when there is flight
or fires burn
or screams
that scatter into fragments
of a tune

My sleep soon walks the spiral
Up out of its dreams, reflects

By twitching eyelids and
Responds to sound.
My sleep tells stories in the night
But during daytime recollects
a night’s leaked truths.




Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2011-10-05 at 17:29

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normalil
It seems that I just woke up. A very clever write, which I think that you should send to some of the clever folk who are conducting research into dreams, I mean it.
2016-10-04


whisperinvoiz
Wow!!! this is a masterpiece. this poem will fly.
thanks for sharing.
2011-10-06


NicholasG
I like the last 3 lines very much.
Thank you.
2011-10-05