Day 5 -#PoetryPrompt Dream Imagery

 5th #PoetryPrompt was to go to Google Image Search and type in "dream imagery". Pick a picture.

I did, then went off at a tangent - reading the article the picture came from...and thinking about when I suffered from sleep paralysis

“When we fall asleep, where do we go?” 

 

asks Billie #2, 

asks Billie Eyelash (children’s nickname)

Billie of the sleep

Billie quoted in the dream enquiry


or

 

I could show you, garish, clichéweird,

the art of someone else’s dream 


or

 

I could tell you of phosphorescence,

the city in the sea that had no side and bled rooms over

cliffs and here we lived recurring,

and it wasn’t bad, even with the birds 


or

 

I can tell you where I like to go, out of myself

but standing to the left, slight phase jump

echoes, leaves a jellyfish

or traces, smidge of me atomic across blur,

across the hours while, I the dreamer, aren’t there

but here in my dream job, in my dream house

the more mundane the better, through the tendrils of a panic

purple, coiling, joyful 


or

 

I’m aware of trying to nail some sense into the dawn

that’s always cracking open sky,

hand stretched like mum to get me to return

when I was happy, I think, to see such ordinary things

in such extraordinary ways, giddy with them,

these good dreams


or

 

I could also tell you where I go, sometimes- the pit of myself,

so heavy in the bones, weightless under sleep

and it’s no dream, to be exact, the dragging of the feet,

the falling into dark to open up my eyes, to see the ceiling still

and then again, the heavy shoes and hauling down

the night


or


the dullest hours of hours,

as I drag the cold, grey sea like lead

to reach out;

sometimes the noise out of myself is storm -

wake me wake me – where do I go?

Nowhere but myself, I fear,

nowhere but myself , 


or

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