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Dreams

Dreams

 

Who send these images that enter my sleep held brain?

Who paints these images vivid that I cant remember all of?

What is the meaning of these warped images that I when asleep can see plain

But on waking am blinded and can remember little of?

Strange apparitions of times past are suddenly recalled

So real its almost as if I can touch

Is the waking world with its regularity sprawled

To confuse, or maybe clarify as much?

 

The objects that control our thoughts during waking hours

Perhaps explained if we see the sleep seen signs

The answers we see if we have the interpretive powers

To be able, among this nonsense, to read the lines.

For answers we find not by regular ways

So when our brains orthodoxy is relaxed when we rest

The answers in coded for, the dance, and the image in our mind stays

In frames frozen: can we comprehend the test?

 

Maybe its in the simple cow who chews her grass

And stores it raw, but is prepared to regurgitate it as cud

So are the sights that into the stomach of our brains do pass

So that when at rest recall the images we would.

Fir greater understanding of our complex life

Maybe as a tool God gave us our dreams

Who can say that this is not so,

That this is not one of Gods Master Schemes?

 

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Isobel

Wed 27th May 2009 09:41

Yes - a very thought provoking poem and topic in general. When I was at my very unhappiest, I didn't dream at all - just very solid undreaming sleep. It was only afterwards that the dreams flew/grew - perhaps my mind trying to make sense of it all and getting the house back in order...A God given gift? Maybe.

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Gus Jonsson

Tue 24th Feb 2009 18:55

By the time my feet touch the ground my dreams have left me and in such flicking, flashing haste no matter how hard I try to hold onto the simplist image.and yet one word or sight can bring everything into crystal clarity from a dream you may have had many years before.
Great poem, very thought prevoking.
Gus

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