Perchance to Dream, Again
From the buzz I felt, half-awake,
sipping water mid-night.
To my bones, my joints aching
to move as they did mid-dream.
Goosebumps telling me,
“It’s not over. Go back to sleep.”
Signs I heed, yet traces slip away
as I struggle to grasp them.
I piece together what’s left,
intent on returning to something
already gone, only to find a new tale
in this writer’s reality.
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #137 offers three phrases for inspiration:
1. Writer’s Platform
2. Writer’s Cave
3. Writer’s Reality
Image source: Wikimedia Commons – Starry Night, by Vincent Van Gogh
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rivrvlogr 
Yes it is like living the dream isn’t it?
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It is, until it’s gone.
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Just like dreams.
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Deep, mysterious, true.
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Thank you. The truth is in the details, if you can remember them.
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indeed!
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The lost dream, revived into waking life. I love this.
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Thank you. I wanted to write about deciding, as a writer, what a dream is about once the details are already gone. Deciding with such a certainty that the new story is presented as the dream, whether true or not, because who is to say, besides the person telling the story? I decided that would just be prose. Besides, everyone does that, already. 😉
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This is exactly how I feel,what’s the reality of what was never real but oh so real that some dreams I feel are more vivid than say, the memory of sitting through a boring class in college? I like thinking about this. See what your poem did…
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Today’s assignment is to write a 1,000 word essay detailing your latest dream, real or imagined, with an analysis of the crucial elements, including the significance of key characters. 😜
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Oh dear. I can’t remember my latest dream. May I substitute one in which my cat (at the time), a seven pound very anxious gray fluffy morsel, was actually a drug-sniffing cat and in the dream was going into a closet to inspect what looked like a library card catalog cabinet. Just wondering.
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🙂
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The truth of the inner world, you say as I feel it.
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Thank you, Paul.
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You have a way with words.
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🙂
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Dreams have their own agenda I think. But the tantalizing glimpses can be maddening. Almost, almost…and then it slips away again. (K)
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It does. I’m sure there’s an explanation for the type of memory and retaining it, but I know that even details I remember shortly after waking slip away.
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Thay do. But sometimes something calls them back. At least a sliver to entice.
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Very well done! I especially like
“I piece together what’s left
Intent on returning to something”
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Thank you. And we try, don’t we.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Perchance, to dream again ……by rivrvlogr
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That almost. . . just behind the mist feeling/glimpse, and the longing to go back to it–yes, something I experience often.
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Behind the mist. Yes. Thank you. 🙂
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😀
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A poetic masterpiece of a story trying to come together. How many times does the making of a story come in the middle of the night only to fade away by morning.
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All too often. Thank you. 🙂
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