Perchance to Dream, Again

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
(edited here)

28 thoughts on “Perchance to Dream, Again

    • 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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