I don’t know
what I look like in my dreams.
The clear facade I wear
when I’m awake,
disrobes in the silent dark,
to release
an amorphous, formless me,
a vague, pixelated me,
who can run and fall and be afraid,
who can love and cry,
and viciously hate.
Perhaps, I must dream of a mirror
that will return my gaze,
or of a furrowed river
that will reveal my face.
But I cannot stay up
to steer my dreams,
the slumbering I
can’t hear my screams.
So an obscure figure
still consumes the light,
a vacant visage
still floats in the night.
I don’t know
what I look like in my dreams.
But those sightless eyes
have a fairer view,
those soundless sighs
sing far more true.
Cool theme… well written.
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Thank you ZQ!
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Well written and very thought provoking.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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beautifully-woven again!
You know TP, your poems would make for a chilling and gorgeous listen as a podcast!
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Thanks Christy. Must try that sometime… but the Shekhar Kapur-Midival Punditz soundclouds have set the bar too high!!
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Bar-humbug comrade, in cahoots with dripping of water and birdy sounds, your poetry has no known natural predators 🙂
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*bowing head* *smiling* *thanking*
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When we sleep perhaps we are the person that we cant quite be when we are awake.
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Possibly, definitely seems that way! Thanks for reading OldEgg 🙂
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Maybe how you feel in your dreams is the image you are…
Thanks for visiting.
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There is a longing here for self-acceptance perhaps and for dreams to be fulfilled … a truly honest piece 🙂
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Thank you Loredana..
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Like the dream like tone of this. In dreams, I often see the past me, never the present one. Also like the image of a floating mirror in which there might be a reflection,
Elizabeth
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Thanks so much Elizabeth.
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“an amorphous, formless me,
a vague, pixelated me,
who can run and fall and be afraid,
who can love and cry,
and viciously hate.”
a very credible persona of the dream state; i luv those lines for their ethereal quality
have a good Sunday
much love…
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Thank you Gillena, appreciate your comment.
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WOW! How I love this – and what an original perspective…….I especially love the idea of dreaming a mirror that will reflect your gaze….. the “furrowed river”…..and the sightless eyes that have a fairer view and soundless sighs that sing more true. A really wonderful write!
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Thanks so much Sherry. Appreciate your comment greatly.
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Nice, I specially like the ending verses ~
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Thanks so much Grace 🙂
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A wonderfully haunting read!
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Thank you Audrey.
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This is sublime.
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Thank you C.C 🙂
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I really enjoyed this poem – such an interesting viewpoint you have presented here.
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Thanks so much Kerry 🙂
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Don’t worry – the river’s gazing back at you. This is quite comtemplative, Thot.
However, controlling our own dreams is quite a challenge .
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Thanks so much Totomai.. loved your poem!
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“But those sightless eyes
have a fairer view,
those soundless sighs
sing far more true.”…….my favorite lines of this beautiful poem…
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Thanks so much Sumana. Glad you liked it.
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The thought of what you are looking like in your dream is such an interesting thought, I think we can feel it in our dreams. Love how you contrast the strong images together, like love and hate.. We are built up of such contrasts.
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Thank you Bjorn.. Yes I think we feel things and then maybe we can’t remember the details when we wake up! No way to know!
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Lots to think about here! Never thought about what I look like in my dreams…now I will. Perhaps in one’s dreams one could make various changes — younger, fitter, taller, shorter, smaller ears, whatever. etc. I do like the idea of a ‘vacant visage’ floating…fits the dreamlike tone.
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Thank you Mary…would be interesting to try and remember the details in the morning!!!
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An interesting write. Pretty bad when our dreams are better than our reality. Though I imagine that is true for many. But there is nothing real there. Only empty promises, you know.
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Better than reality..or more real than the reality we acknowledge!!! Thanks so much for reading X.
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interesting images and the mood they create.. and the first two lines really pull in.
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Thank you Natasa 🙂
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Thought-provoking poem. Very well written 🙂
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Thank you Purba
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Beautifully haunting 🙂
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Thanks so much Sanaa 🙂
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a hauntingly beautiful piece
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Thank you Suyash 🙂
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an intriguing thought to posit and I like the way you steer the questions and ideas into a dreamy flow – ‘vague, pixelated me’ brilliant line
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Thank you Laura 🙂
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An interesting thought – what do I look like in my dreams. It was the one place I had hoped to escape self-assessment!
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True.. though maybe we do the real assessments in our dreams rather than face them in daylight!
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Really an intriguing thought, can ignite many inspirations.
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Thank you NekNeeraj … would be great to read them!!
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“Perhaps, I must dream of a mirror
that will return my gaze.”
Nice! A haunting sort of nice 🙂
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Thank you HuzaifaZoom 🙂 Have been off the grid for a bit.. I need to catch up with your posts. Soon.
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good to have you back on the grid.
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