Days end,
Darkness falling,
Dimming lights...scurrying to hide
Silence takes hold...in the darkness,
laying quietly though...in the dark,
Unable to see,
The ears pick up the unheard,
Noises arise...slowly at first,
Then growing,
The crickets singing,
The building groaning,
The neighbor talking on the phone,
The dog dreaming,
Soon the silence booms loudly,
Until sleep takes hold...

Awesome write!

Thanks for sharing...

White noise.

Sometimes, can only get to sleep, when I intentionally hear 'another sound'. besides my own awake/alert/intrusive mind blabbing on.

Invite an 'other' booming silence. Welcome it. Like the start of any movie, when I never hit "play.". And all I hear is a repetition of musical notes....waiting for ever for me...

To hit play.

while I waste away, peacefully, in Dreamland.

:)

Melissasue6777: I'm a bit blown away by your poetry. Even your reply is...poetic. I wonder if you dream in poetry?

I'm more of a writer than a poet, but I sure enjoy doing it even if it's not so good. It's cathartic. :)

I liked your poem, it drew me in and it was like I was 'there', somewhere in the dark listening. Thanks for sharing.

Well, thank you. :)

However, be oh so careful when any wind, word or breath
or song, understood,
blows you away.

( something I tell myself )


To answer your question....or try to...

Most of my dreams are break-through dreams. In other words, I hardly use symbols to express feelings and thoughts in dreams. Nothing is veiled, usually.

Words serve me well, when I need to express, honestly-- yet can remain somewhat cloaked.
but. still. simply.

And also....there is this:

Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
-------Life------
is but a Dream.

:)

And, what do write about?

Happy Holidays to you.

Sometimes I have intense visual story like dreams. When I wake I think about the dreams bringing some elements out. Then my brains creates a story from what I remember. Sometimes, I know it's a dream and sometimes I don't.

When I actually write down my stories there is a disconnect. In my head it's perfect, on paper....not so much. It's a work in progress. :)

I had a pretty descent holidays, I hope yours went well.

Thank you; except for getting the flu from my grandchildren on Christmas, and into the New Year, the festivities were lovely.
:)

About dreams...a definition of dreams I recall from a college course I once took...is,
" A dream is a picture of our feelings."
( from our waking state)

Just last night I actually dreamt *somewhat symbolically. And it was a rather cool dream, easily interpreted, for me. So I wonder why I felt the need to use symbols. The human mind is a strange place!

I have, for years, entertained the thought or desire to open a cafe. In my dream, I found a place to rent ( to live) that had a seemingly endless connection of rooms, all with different styles of tables and chairs. When I attempted to arrange them all properly, in one room, another room would appear, with more tables and chairs...all out of place. So I'd leave a room unfinished, and hurry on to get the new one in order.

Colors...styles...sizes...all so vastly different from one another. I could not keep up.

Then, the owner led me to an old helicopter landing pad beneath the entire property. Weird! That aspect of the dream remains veiled to my waking- state-understanding.

However, I can see how that might make an interesting concept for a story. To put that in a poem prolly would not work.