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SAW-TOOTHED DREAMS
it wasnt
nightmares
which
awoke me
from my restless
night
of barely any
sleep
just little
saw toothed
dreams
criss cross cut
sawing
through the structural
pillars
of my life
its not enough
that life itself
steadily
chips away
at them
in sleeps
fleeting respite
stranger things
come out
at times
to eat
to termite like
gnaw away
at them
relentlessly
sometimes even
in my dreams
or criss cross
cut saw
away at me
in my
dreamless sleep
all night long
or so it
seemed
as i awoke
to the distant
unnerving
sound
of crashing
trees
as hauntedly
i arose
preferring
to sit
at this
unknown hour
in my
writing chair
where in
the pre dawn
air
beyond
the faint
bric a brac
background
chorus line
of e k g ish
cricketing
just outside
the black eyed
sightless window
beside me
i turned my
floor fan
on
aiming it slightly
towards me
as my pen
point
set down
finger
squeezed
to scratch out
these latest
gathered
splinterings
the fans stiff
soothing breeze
seemed to
blow these
thoughts
and words
subliminally
right out
of the few
worried trees
still left
standing there
in the
settling dust
of what
used to be
a forest
unseen
somewhere
back there
just across
the invisible
nocturnal borderline
of all my
restless
saw toothed
dreams
Published 29th Jul 2013
| Edited 1st May 2023
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Anonymous
30th Jul 2013 3:21am
The metaphor fit oin....can relate!
Thanks Strider, I'm glad to hear you can relate to this one, but I'm still not quite sure if I understand it's overall meaning so clearly myself, despite the fact that I wrote it 21 yrs. ago!...
Perhaps that's to some degree due to the fact that this poem came up in my head, just after awakening from some vague, though stressful dream I was having, which at some point startled me awake from deep REM sleep, with a literal knee-jerk kick of my legs & from that sudden shift, the words of this poem just arose on their own & I simply jotted them down in the dim, faint, indirect, outdoor light coming in through the window of my bedroom, while not even recalling then, even the slightest detail of whatever the dream I was having was about?!...
Just as soon as the words stopped coming, I laid back down & fell quickly back into full bore, deep sleep... Upon waking the next morning, I deciphered & rewrote more legibly my nocturnal (hypnogogic state) penned poem & even though it mystified me even then, I decided to keep it, partly out of trusting the 'process' of my peculiar muse & also because it's content sounded just strange enough, yet I still seemed to sense that perhaps there might be some kind of subliminal or subconscious symbolic meaning within it that might possible become clearer to me someday... but thus far, still not yet!?!
- OIN
Perhaps that's to some degree due to the fact that this poem came up in my head, just after awakening from some vague, though stressful dream I was having, which at some point startled me awake from deep REM sleep, with a literal knee-jerk kick of my legs & from that sudden shift, the words of this poem just arose on their own & I simply jotted them down in the dim, faint, indirect, outdoor light coming in through the window of my bedroom, while not even recalling then, even the slightest detail of whatever the dream I was having was about?!...
Just as soon as the words stopped coming, I laid back down & fell quickly back into full bore, deep sleep... Upon waking the next morning, I deciphered & rewrote more legibly my nocturnal (hypnogogic state) penned poem & even though it mystified me even then, I decided to keep it, partly out of trusting the 'process' of my peculiar muse & also because it's content sounded just strange enough, yet I still seemed to sense that perhaps there might be some kind of subliminal or subconscious symbolic meaning within it that might possible become clearer to me someday... but thus far, still not yet!?!
- OIN
