Sleep, my mind waits

Sleep, my mind waits

I lie in the darkened room

And my mind waits.

My eyes close and the darkness changes.

The soft lights whirl and slide;

The Red.  Orange. 

Yellow.

And my mind waits.

 

Light green.  Green.  Turquoise.

Blue..

And my mind waits.

 

Purple.

Dark, soft purple.

The sliding and whirling slows.

And my mind waits.

 

Dark purple.

Almost black.

Waiting…

Black.

 

A movement.

A small grey animal.

Soft grey.

A movement on my pillow;

A soft noiseless sound.

My little grey animal is free.

Free for an eternity.

Free until I wake.

 

And it plays on the floor.

Its serious face,

Choosing a memory of today,

Or yesterday.

And sometimes of tomorrow.

It plays with it till I wake.

Soft movement.

Noiseless sound.

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AngRose 5 years ago

I'm such an idiot. I had to think for awhile to figure out what the small grey animal really was.


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

very, very interesting.

I like the colors as you fall deeper into sleep, and line "free for an eternity" because within the dream world, time practically doesn't exist.

very cool, and very different than the previous one

up/awesome

I'm still a tad perplexed by it haha

check out my latest hub by the way...It was inspired primarily by your recent sonnet, and I'd like you to dive into it


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I love the picture that I found. I have as much fun matching the pictures as whacking the poems into the capsules... more sometimes.

See? Twenty year olds in the olden days... Eh?


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Ben, your last poem inspired me to publish this... it reminded me so much one of the other. lateral thinking, perhaps.

But shouldn't poetry perplex, just a little. it isn't exactly a recipe for hash brownies

(What made me think of that, I wonder?)

Another friend mentioned diving tonight and it reminds me of a poem I wrote (and showed Nellie). I am not sure whether I am ready to put it on HP yet, though.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Yes, I have read it, Several times in fact, today. It was the one which reminded me of this very old effort above... I don't know why.

I am finding more and more that when I read your poems, I can feel the surge of creation that you are obviously feeling... and that surge is still within me, if now more controlled?

No.

Latent?

No.

Mature?

Bollocks.

Oh, I don't know. I'm rambling again.


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

I am so glad to inspire ANYONE, thanks Ian


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

I love this twilight, it reminds me of a silly story.. I had drifted off to sleep but was awaken to squeaking of my father in laws chair, (who had passed)I laid there trying to push it out of my mind.I finaly got up to have it out with the ghost but to find our cat had been playing in the chair..I am sure at night is when he lets his hair down..lol Thank you for sharing.

Sunnie


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Lady Wordsmith 5 years ago from Lancaster, UK

I could do with a sleep now, your poem has had quite a soporific effect :) You've described those moments before we drop off so beautifully - the colours are perfect.

Night.

Lx.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I hope you slept well, Linda. Thanks for reading... it's old but it sort of works for me.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Sunnie, it's lovely to have those memories, and the sounds that invoke them. Maybe the cat was aware of some sort of guarding presence, from your father in law. They sense things that we miss.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Ben, you poem that contains these lines, are so simple, yet they have such power, because they were chosen and were used with such care. You will see, in my next posting, why I felt such and affinity for them.

"My desire,

your smile

my wish,

for your kiss

an embrace

such as yours

your taste,

I adore

every contour

every slope


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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

The pacing with this is superb; the color of the words, perfect. Up and beautiful. :)


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you, Genna. I'm getting to really look forward to your visits. I appreciate the interest. There are a couple more from this period being posted within the next hour! Hope you have time to drop by again.


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kallini2010 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

It's beautiful, Ian. Very moving. "Darkness changes...", "noiseless sound", I like the simplicity of it.

Funny as it is yesterday I was thinking about writing a little hub about colours (same wavelength again?) since I can't write nothing else and I was looking at the pictures and I felt that I cannot come with any descriptions - these pictures were perfections themselves, no words necessary.

I wish at night instead of being hostage of my mind which plays with my memories like a cat with yarn and makes a huge mess out of them, I could enjoy looking of the collection of images I select for myself when I am awake and sober and sound. The same would go for sounds - can I choose my own music? Instead of cacophony too often forced upon my ears?

Beautiful poem.

I am signing off and turning off the computer - let it have its sleep, I need it back in good condition.

All the best wishes for quick recovery - I read your note on being "under the weather" and having beautiful voice. It is a gift. Some people's voices drive me insane along with intonations. I will come back as soon as...


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

That was fun to be behind your eyes as you fall asleep. It is different from my experience. Until today it never dawned on me that falling must be different for every one.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Maybe one of us follows the norm and the other one is out of step... Which one? You or me, Randy?

I've found my going to sleep process has changed over the years, but it is such a relief, because me mind is going, going, going, all the time.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Mine has changed also. When my kids were really young and essentially nursed them all night, I could sleep anytime anywhere. All I needed was permission to not "be on duty" and I'd be out in 30 seconds!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

That sounds so lovely. It gave me a sort of warm "domestic" feeling. You most probably didn't aim for that, but Thank You.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

I love your poem, Ian. It is dramatically real.

I am able to stay up all day, all night and the next day and night on a project OR just as easily simply lie down any time and go to sleep easily, just drifting off on my magic carpet. The only cause of my not sleeping is staying vertical.

I did spend one semester in college being unable to sleep, but I learned to switch off the thinking and go into sleep as a logical part of a mental processing.

But one time when colors - black, to be exact - overtook me was after learning of my sister and her family's tragic death during the night before I was able to go from Houston to Dallas for their funerals. Black clouds swirled, seemed to be descending and engulfing me so I couldn't sleep in any normal way at all. I felt I was on a different plane. After 58 years, I can still "see" and feel that suffocating black as vividly as then.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I'm sure that you can see it and feel it, Nellie. Some people eventually sublimate, but don't forget, you are a poetess, and by virtue of being able to write and to romanticise and empathise and all the other little "ises" (Me being flippant, so as not to depress you), you would feel those incidents more deeply... in fact, being a poet/poetess/poetry person, your mind most probably puts every little emotion into that filing cabinet at the back of the attic, so that it is ready to be used.

Point of levity: "The only cause of my not sleeping is staying vertical."... I used to go to my father's flat on Sunday morning for kedgeree and all sorts of Englishy (That's not really an adjective) things for breakfast. This was in Perth. His wife really did a good spread. My "abode" became a venue for weekend parties, and having partied (That's not really a verb, either) I would wait for a bus to travel to the Pater's flat, and more than once went sound asleep standing. I also went asleep into the kedgeree one morning... Ha ha ha!


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SilentReed 5 years ago from Philippines

I have trouble sleeping as indicated in my profile

the changing colors in you poem reminds me of a traffic light,perhaps....

Insomniac nights

of toss and turns

counting sheep

avails me naught

Upon changing lights

now mind's eye wait

the red, the yellow

and now green :)

Night hues of

purple turn black

somnolent eyes

welcoming sleep

...and let loose the frisky furry creature :))


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Oh Wow! That was lovely. I am very much impressed. Please come again, I liked that very much.

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    Gentle reader, please note. This was written when I was twenty

    This poem was written when I was twenty, so please be gentle with it. It is experiencing the first light of day for many years, and the light might just hurt its tender little eyes.

    It is a poem which was written at the same time as two others, which I have also published on HubPages.

    I would love you to have a look at them.

    They are: ‘It is Night 1’

    And, very unimaginatively, ‘It is Night 2’

     

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