Restless Days and Nights (page 2)

nancy drew

It was a mushroom pizza dream

with pepperoni on the scene

cheese was dripping from the walls

the desk was covered with meatballs

I woke to fine my trusty clock

sitting on a pizza box

compound complex

Thanks, Nancy Drew:

I'll take pizza, in any way, shape, form . . .

Coco thanks for sharing. I love your writing. When I read your words, the first thing I thought of was awaking to TTATT and sometimes wishing I was still asleep. Seeing the real truth can be brutal most like a living nightmare, realizing that your whole life was a lie.

But you were probably being literal?

LevelThePlayingField

What a great time to be awake

when my soul could be sleeping yet I'm no fake

when others slumber I get my peace

I make apostate videos that bring me ease

With no one to know who I really am

I make these videos and boom boom bam!

compound complex

Thank you, MissFit, for your thoughts -- they are right on point.

Some is literal, some symbolic. Life can be a nightmare as we stumble along, awake, but wishing for the escape of sleep. Yet, during slumber, daytime realities seep into our "sweet" sleep, distorted and phantom-like. Please, please . . . let me wake up!

Then, our eyes open, we awaken to the good, bad, ugly. From our former faith? In large measure, yes.

Actually, what you wrote was great; my doodles here are superfluous.

Best Wishes.

MissFit

Coco,

I know what you mean about realities seeping into your slumber.

Sometimes my dreams feel so real , when I wake up I have to reorient myself. Or I have to stop a think if it really happened or was it a dream?

Have you ever had a dream within a dream? Where you dream and wake up only to discover you are still dreaming?

PS . I love how you express yourself and make people think.

compound complex

Thank you, LevelThePlayingField:

Your wit shines like a beacon through your well-chosen verse. Please, write more!

MissFit:

Oh, yes! A dream within a dream! So real, I believe that I'm "there"! Although in exaggerated surroundings, my recurring dreams center around my time pioneering in the Midwest (USA) and that attending conventions. Frequently, I am lost in a parking lot, on a street. The settings are surreal (as mentioned, "exaggerated") and waking up from the dream -- whether or not within another dream -- is often a letdown, while I adjust uneasily to the unpredictability of another day.

Not much control over our dreams, right?

I appreciate your comments on my writing!

MissFit

Coco,

I used to dream about giving a talk or being on a part at a convention. I would either be naked or suddenly forget everythING I was going to say.

IT would take me a moment after I woke up to realize it was as dream.

Oh the horror.

nancy drew

There once was a weevil from dreamland

whose poems at the kingdom hall were banned

he continued to write

in the dead of the night

in the morning their brains had all been spammed

compound complex

Dear Nancy Drew:

It is SO good to see you back and writing again!

Love to you and yours.

Restless Days and Nights

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