It's nighttime, and I
Am in the back seat --
Suddenly realize there is no
Driver. How is this thing
Going? How are we not
Crashing? And where
Is the destination?
It's daytime, amid much traffic.
I am driving, swerving,
Worried about crashing
But narrowly averting
Every obstacle -- until I arrive
Once again daytime, and I
Am both inside and outside
The car, seeing a busy
Intersection. After some
Successful swerving, we
Crash, and I'm both
Dead and alive.
Did I mention I can't drive?
This was inspired by / in response to Paula’s dream interpretation #10 at MLMM. I have driving dreams a lot, especially for someone who doesn’t drive in real life, and most of them don’t turn out well, or at least they are very stressful.
Fandango has a “story starter” challenge, and this is the first time I am trying it. His words are in bold.
I woke from a sound sleep up with a start, turned on my nightstand light, and…
Wondered about the meaning of the dream that had just invaded my subconscious. Really, it was more of a nightmare, so I didn’t want to think TOO much about it. Having such difficulty finding a peaceful place. Peaceful places, interrupted by sudden Fiery Explosions. Then realizing that I was in a dream, so I did not have to get hurt by the explosion, even though everyone around was obliterated.
Does this dream have a happy ending or not?
I turned off the lamp and tried to fall back asleep, hoping not to enter into that same precarious and disturbing scenario.
For MLMM’s new weekly feature, Sunday Confessionals, I wrote this poem today. Actually, I wrote it starting with the last line and worked forwards. I still haven’t written this week’s Sijo about dreams but happened to include that theme in here.
Poems got pretty dark today. So did a lot of my thoughts. However, I spent approximately 5 hours at work today, which was how much I was supposed to work — i.e., I did not have to leave work early. That’s a success today!
How many childhood dreams come true? How many nightmares do we need to view?
Can future Me a message of hope send?
Is it all worth the pain in the end?
Is there a way out? It's hard to tell.
What if we're all dead, and this is Hell?
The prompt for day 27 was to write a “duplex” poem, similar to a sonnet in that there are 14 lines (but not in any other way that I could see). I was excited to try this form and happy to have been able to write one, whether or not it is even good. 🙂 Also linked to MVB: Voice and FOWC: Forgo.
There are too many possibilities, and none.
What if parallel universes existed?
In which universe would our lives intersect again?
Is there a way I could have stayed happy?
I’m happy about this poetic voice, even if
It means there was much else I needed to forgo.
What is meaning, and what is need? Is it
Only what we dream, or is it concrete?
I used to dream. Now emotional concrete greets
Every attempt at flying. Now all I can do is
Attempt to place cushions where I often hit
Bottom. This is one time in a succession of many,
Succession of twenty, maybe thirty years if I’m (un)lucky —
There are too many possibilities, and none.
A sonnetina (like a sonnet but only 10 lines) in response to MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I have actually written a few poems in different forms on this same topic, reusing the first one or two lines multiple times. I find that entertaining. 🙂
What’s all else worth, if greatest dream is dead?
Even with wealth, one craves and hungers still,
Without a way to find his daily bread:
Having nothing to live for kills the will.
A quiet heartbeat yet the pain is loud:
A frozen passion nevermore to melt,
Humbling the artist’s eyes that had been proud
Of such great work — that joy no longer felt.
What use is popularity and cash,
If one’s reason for being’s burned to ash?
The Sevenling poetry form is pretty good for surprising / shock endings, (EVERYONE FOLLOW BRIAN’S BLOG — the prompts are fun but no one besides me links up!!) so I’ve got one of those to share today. I wanted to write something better, but we’re running out of time for the prompt, and as Linda’s challenge says, “Just jot it!” Based on a true story that happened this morning. 🙂 I needed to get up early and was worried that I would smash the snooze button on my alarm and go back to sleep for an hour (which is what usually happens). Continue reading →
Brian’s prompt this week is to use the poetic device “Anaphora,” which is when lines begin with the same words. My poem was inspired by that, plus a “Weekend Writing Prompt” to include the word Goodnight in a piece of exactly 45 words. It’s too late to link up that one (especially because it was from 2 weekends ago!), but without further ado, here is my post for today! Linked with JusJoJan.
Goodnight, no more lullabies.
Goodnight, no more stories before bedtime.
Goodnight, I still hope for sweet dreams,
“Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite”
And try to get 8 hours of sleep.
Hoping to Dreamland peacefully to go,
Goodnight — also hoping for a happy tomorrow.
This is a sevenling (or my attempt at one) for Brian’s prompt about traveling. My take on traveling is a little more abstract. A lot of the settings where my dreams take place repeat, especially if the dream is a nightmare. I’ve been having fewer nightmares over the last several months, but unfortunately they stick in my mind better than happy dreams.