The Dreamer. Poem by Jak Black
The Dreamer.
Enveloped in his cotton wraps
He rests his weary pate.
The day is used, the night is young,
Time, now, to meditate.
Seduced by sleep he drifts into
Foretold felicity.
Unwinding coils of wracking nerve
To their gentlest quality.
Nyx awakes his secret soul,
His spirit mounts moonbeams.
He glides along contentedly in
The pleasance of his dreams.
Relaxed in sensuous slumber,
His subconscious unconfined.
Lost pleasures resurrected,
In the magic of his mind!
Then suddenly, with daybreak,
He's wrenched into the ‘morrow.
Wading through the mire of
His world that feeds him sorrow.
The desire and need to escape reality is eloquently expressed in your poem. Dreams are the other side of reality, and must have a place in our life. Excellent poetry, Jak.
Oh no, I was just enjoying that wonderful dream, morning and reality arrived all too soon! ! !
Stunning poem Jak. He truly lives in his dreams where all is so wonderful, so magical only to wake to a sad reality of his world...haunting...10
HEY! Just when this: Relaxed in sensuous slumber, His subconscious unconfined. Lost pleasures resurrected, In the magic of his mind! ...... ......was soothing my soul (though some, including myself, say i don't have one) .............. BAM! you throw this at me: Then suddenly, with daybreak, He's wrenched into the ‘morrow. Wading through the mire of His world that feeds him sorrow. ......... ......and my soul disintegrates into a million needle-like shards! ! ! [if such can be needle-like] : ( bri oops! i see in an earlier comment i left..........a....YIKES! ....TYPO! ! ! i meant MyPoemList, though MyPoeList was 'close' to what i meant. bri ;)
is there really a word pleasance? well, if there wasn't before, there is now! i 'love' the flow of this, the second time around for me. hey, i didn't notice Judith mentioned flow as well. :) bri
In the magic of his mind! ........... very nice. And the rest as well. Maybe he should just dream for the remainder of his life? To MyPoeList Bri :)
Wonderful poem. I'd love to have seen a few more stanzas squeezed in before the ending, describing some magical events... it's not too late... Great stuff.
stanza 4 to stanza 5: from the sublime to the slime! I once dated Nyx’s daughter, Chaos. I like the poem, but I lost more which I wrote and have run out of time. to MyPoemList. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I admire the fluency of composing a poem on an usual ordinary scene.