Sunday, November 25, 2012

Mishegaas

The moon looks like a sleepy eye
whose lid is half descended
I'm betting much the same as I
do now that day has ended

I'll go home as I always do
and crawl beneath the covers
to dream of dances in the dew
between forbidden lovers

but since I am a dreamer's son
whose grip is slowly slipping
I hope one day to greet the sun
and find my feet still dripping.

13 comments:

Shivani Ahuja said...

That's a really pleasant poem.. :)

Kerry O'Connor said...

I can relate to these words since I love my sleep. I thought you nailed it with the line about the dreamer's son. I loved that idea.

wabisabipoet said...

Ah yes...of course you will! Very romantic and well done.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this!!!!!! Would be lovely to wake from a dream with such a tangible reminder......these nights I keep dreaming of the sea. But I wake up with dry feet........

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

loved this, especially the last stanza

Mary said...

I enjoyed this greatly. The 'dreamer's son' would, of course, be a dreamer too. And what dreams (of forbidden lovers) could be had?

Kim Nelson said...

Oh how I enjoyed the cadence and the rhyme scheme here, topped of with a dreamy message and wishful thinking. Nice way to start my evening here in the Sonora Desert.

Wolfsrosebud said...

loved the humor between the lines... fun write

Jack said...

Awesome. I love the double-meaning of grip (mental grip, toes gripping grass).

As always, fantastic rhyme and rhythm.

Panchali said...

Dream..dream...that's what keeps life ticking!! The last line is immaculate :))
I loved this!

Poet Laundry said...

Great piece. That final stanza is magical--love it.

thecheesewolf said...

whilst reading this I am listening to The Wind Cries Mary. Don't know why, but they go so well somehow. Enjoyed the read very much. Thanks!

rch said...

Thanks, I was playing around alternating stressed and unstressed endings, then I used homonyms as the stressed endings just for the fun of it, glad it worked.