Well yesterday’s experiment didn’t quite get the response I was hoping for. Hahaha, oh well. (There’s still time to go back & play if you want to. Read Day 16 & comment at the end for a chance to win a special prize – it has to be on my blog, fb & twitter comments don’t count.)
Maybe that’s why writing today was tough. I was a bit down. Tried a few things. Messaged a friend in the states just as he’d woken from a bad dream (it was 3am in Maryland). We talk a bit about bad dreams. I never have them (though I have woken myself up from laughing in my dreams & in my body at the same – glorious sensation – although I think it’s how the dali lama must feel). Tried to write about that, meh! Tried to write about my friend’s scary dream of being left alone, meh.
Then this came out. Of nowhere. Not sure I understand it. Pretty sure I like it.
Half-woken scraps of you swirl round
the half sunrisen gloom of my room
through tannin-thick wetpaper-thin skull
Like souls of men recently killed
on a battlefield, afraid to leave
We have not spoken in two weeks
keep eyes closed as long as I can
these torments all I have of you
A herd of cats claw my legs
tripping me, demanding to be fed
For while I only half-remember
the dreams, I’m reluctant
to relinquish what little I have
So I leave the black shroud cloth
covering my eyes & drift
It is a prism refracting weak light
each intersection of weft & weave
it’s own rainbow link to another world
Opaque, shiny as an insect’s eye
Then. I. Don’t. Care.