Wednesday, January 11, 2012

In My Sleep

Sometimes I hear them crying in their sleep.
I strain my ear to listen
in case they're nearby and need me.
As I lie there I can see their legs twitching
running from I know not what.

I stroke them gently easing their strife
they're lulled into a gentle sleep
now all I hear is their cries.
Real or imagined their cries are unbearable,
unbelievably just out of reach.

After what seems hours hearing their cries
they're nearby when I need them
I'm soothed into a fitful sleep
Once again I awake from a dream
arriving amazed in a new day.


  1. This is wonderful, Linda. Are you writing of your kitties? Or people? The waking from dreams can sometimes be such a relief. Aaaah, The world I Know! Have a good day in this world we Know.

  2. i was up early (from me today) i couldn't shake a creepy dream so it was best to get out of bed.

  3. You're a poet too? You never cease to amaze me. This is beautiful.

  4. Wonderful imagery! I hope you will make some shrines to go with it.

  5. Hi Linda,
    Whew.. that's a very moving poem; it is as painful as an open wound, but the love in it is beautiful at the same time.

    I was very sorry to read of your friend Connie in your previous post, and it is good that you are able to remember her on your pages with photos of her work and with the Shakespeare Sonnet.

    Big Hugs, P, L, NS, & G xx

  6. Beautiful poem. I read it this morning and can't get it out of my mind.

  7. Hi Teresa, thanks, could be either, sometimes insomnia upends strange thoughts from imagination which I put to paper.

    Hi Michele, thanks, yes sometimes the dream world is best left behind for the time being.

    Hi Lori, thanks, I wasn't sure if I should post this, but I thought well why not, could be left after the next day anyway.

    Hi Suzi, thanks, sometimes the words are better than the clay and visa versa, we shall see.

    Hi Elaine, thanks, sometimes if I let raw emotion come out it ushers me forth to a new place and I am glad I let it come out.

  8. Hi Peter, thanks, I had several revisions and finally went with this, but one was rather morbid so I thought perhaps a little uplift at the end would be best. I wonder if I should keep the others in my notes now if I can remember them. So sad folks die at such a young age and her plight there in that town wasn't the best.

    some places are better left for others to live in and thankfully Gary and I could leave when we did now that I think back on it. But her family was there and she had no resources or will to leave anyway, so now her spirit has left there behind.

  9. I liked where this led very much.
    High impact. ~Mary


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