Snug as a cat on the bed
Happy paws
Claws tucked away
Sleeping all day
Moggie dreams
Of chasing butterflies
Twitch and race
Across the garden
Happy and comfortable.
Snug
Tag: Dreams
It’s 11.30pm
Had a quiet day. Upset stomach (you don’t need to know). Slept most of it, kept warm. Left the milk outside too shaky to get it.
Interesting dreams, and nightmares. Cats kept me company. Paws for thought. Like miniature lions on plinths, standing guard while I snoozed.
Memory of watching rain then snow fall, then rain again. Had a bit of breakfast at 2pm, but nothing else but black decaff coffee. Stomach cramps stopped more.
Listened to radio at 5pm. Unbelievable words from across the pond. Not President yet talks about invading Greenland, Canada as 51st state, going into Panama. Am I delusional? Later a spokesman said he was joking. Piecing it together he also spoke about windmills killing whales, dripping taps, expelling millions. I’m not the deluded one.
Normal posting will resume tomorrow hopefully.
Sleep (lack of)
I wanted to sleep
Curl up and rest
Each hour I don’t
Makes me feel wretched
Too hot, too cold
My feet hurt, my neck aches
Sleeping on an armchair
Doesn’t really work.
But my ribs hurt
If I lie down.
Broken a fortnight or more ago
Still mending.
Walk round my room
Make a warm drink
Put the radio on low
Turn it off
Legs ache
Feet swell
Impossible
Doze above flying feilds
…….
Snap awake
The builders just started work
Next door
Whimpering.
Names?
From the fuzzy grey of my brain I seem to have developed a need to think of an unusual name that I could, if I ever wrote a novel, use as a character.
This normally happens when I’m half asleep, it might be a continuing dream. And like a dream, I think of a name and then almost immediately forget it!
I don’t have a list, I didn’t think of writing names down. But I think each name is a little complicated, perhaps having several syllables. Is this normal? Is there a name for it? (like nominative determinism, where a person’s name relates to their job… A Mr Kitchenn as a cook for example?)
I am trying to think of names….
Buttercup Sylvester
Pamela Praline
Humphrey Othello?
Or maybe
Martia Stephinkos
Greg Carlos Carlisle?
I think I come up with better ones when I half asleep.
In memory
I saw a prompt on Esther Chilton’s page “dreams” and decided to write a poem about loss to respond to it. Here it is.
In my dreams you are still here
I grasp your hand to pull you near
To say “goodnight” to you my sweet,
As my heart trips and skips a beat,
To have you here, to hear you speak,
That is the dream I really seek.
I know that you have gone away,
Will never see another day.
I’m in a dream now, holding on
To memories of you though you’ve gone.
Sleep
I want to sleep soundly
Breathe roundly
Feel calmly relaxed
I don’t want pain
Or even gain
Just deep sleep
Snoring softly
Waking from lofty
Dreams and slumbers
Castles and clouds
Instead of eyes opening
On a dark night
Onto an empty space
Alone
Upside down again
Oh dear, I’m in a whirl again, lack of sleep isn’t helping. Someone was chatting with me today and yet again I found myself crying. When will I ever feel happy again?
It was raining this morning when I went out, so I decided not to wear a coat. Cool, damp, with a breeze, it was good to feel a little more comfortable. When I got home the fan went on, and that’s stirring the air up nicely. I’m going back out later, but for now I just had a nap (I must be getting old). The cat came and poddled away kneading my knees and then fell asleep too.
Shall I dream of life and loss again tonight? I don’t know. Its hard to control things when you sleep, then wake up in a tizz.
By the way the drawing on the right was based on the drawing on the left, just by sketching over it. I decided to turn it upside down to match my confused mood.
Sleepy
He came in to sleep
Curled up, paw over nose
Relaxed, snoring
Sweet curves and purrs
Paws stretch,
Twitch and flick
Ears turning fast
What does he see?
In his rushing dream..
A do not disturb sign
Needed to let him sleep
Three hours sleep.
Grey Dawn awoke me
Went to bed at three
Read a book to soothe
But could not grasp sleep
Dreaming the word eluded
My mind on fire
Swirling like smoke
Snap a nap then awoke…
I want to find a way in
To oblivion.
Will I sleep?
Now I lay me down to sleep, will I find the peace I seek? Last night I slept for two hours, stayed awake for three, then caught two more hours by their shirt tails. Dragged into and out of nervous dreams. Unsatisfied by my minds play and twists. I don’t remember them, but I think the dreams woke me, a flavour or a smell or a shape lifting me from slumber. Spending the day tired and aching. Wonder if I will repeat tonight? I hope not, but I’m overtired and grumpy, aching and yawning!
Mallaband-Brown 