A private world

“The waking have one world in common;
sleepers have each a private world of [their] own.“ ~ Heraclitus

I've washed my hair in years, since.
Changed names, wore gold
And rubies too, half-believing
you so hesitant, would never dare
to jump through rings - without a fire. 

Ours was a trance like dance.
Spellbound by lines of cipher
And epistolic vows in rhyme
writ large in lemon juice, bitter
from the hot countries. 

Garlic never slew the vampire.
Just keeping it at bay
the soul rests easy. Until sleep. 
There are no amulets 
nor tri-fold spells can bar
these visitations of the night. 

My solitary bed
you indispose with restlessness 
Or wait for dreams to lull me 
stage by stage to torments.
REM is for remembering. 

A play is cast. Processing
characters round the board
twisting sinews of the heart.

Out of the Drafts and into the light for Open Link Night

23 thoughts on “A private world

  1. I like this very much, but i especially love that entire second stanza. It’s inspired and made me read it multiple times just for the pleasure of it.


  2. You had me at “writ large in lemon juice”. Dreamland is free style, tennis with the net down, where every memory and every joy and fear romp through the mists, morphing and time traveling in a Lewis Carroll style and speed.

  3. My favorite stanzas are the first, the last — and the ones in between. Thank you for a glimpse into your private world, Laura.

    1. as Yeats wrote “I have spread my dreams under your feet;
      Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

      thank you for treading so appreciatively Lisa

  4. I love how you capture the dreamstate, particularly the idea that there are no spells we can cast to try to control what or who comes and goes and how. It’s an aspect of dreaming I never considered before. But it’s true. (K)

  5. The second I read “ours was a trance like dance” my mouth fell open … I have experienced the very thing you wrote of … so beautifully.

  6. Luv the way you crafted images in this one. Very charming poem


  7. The lines “writ large in lemon juice, bitter / from the hot countries” is sticking with me, so much meaning with that image.

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