Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Half-Spooned



Pushed away
my good-sleep nights

Guardian
at the Gate of Dreams

Holder of the wide-awakes
Holder of me

Uncurled
Unfurled

Half-spooned
Draft-spooned
cold at my back

Wrapped in his nothing

Now they crawl in bold
between awakes and asleeps and heat

Dropping
Danger
and
Dead things

I do not trust the Night
that leaves rendered sheets Unholy

and Dreams not fit for Dreamers

like me.
Posted by Miriam Dunn

12 comments:

  1. dustusFebruary 2, 2011 at 8:10 AM

    Very telling title and great use of alliteration. You capture the in-between of unsettling nights, and the disconnect of the one dreaming from what may emerge from the subconscious.

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  2. hedgewitchFebruary 2, 2011 at 10:17 AM

    Creepily real images here, and a totally accurate capture of that feeling of ultimate alone one gets when someone is physically there but it doesn't help. Excellent poem.

    Miridunn, I'm so glad you did a one shot--I follow your twitter relentlessly and enjoy every word but was unaware you blogged poetry. YAY!!

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  3. UnknownFebruary 2, 2011 at 12:37 PM

    Very Lovecraftian, at least it was for me. Simple clear images that evoke deeper disturbances in the reader. We are connected,yet isolated in our dreams.

    It appeals to my darker nature.

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  4. Miriam DunnFebruary 2, 2011 at 2:12 PM

    Wow guys! I am so thrilled by your thoughtful comments! Truly - am so pleased you were willing & able to express the effect the poem had on you. Wow

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2011 at 7:19 AM

    Tsk, tsk. One should never half-spoon. *shakes head* If you can't commit to the spoon, great shame...

    *chuckles* In seriousness though: very constructive piece. The form it has taken puts all the breaths, the pauses, in the right place - arranges the flow splendidly for the execution of a darker tale. I can see her - tossing at night, uncertain, unsettled, disconnected from reality in that haze of questioning - what is real? What yet might haunt our dreams? Lonely, dark, yet descriptive and delightful picture painted for us. Fine work.

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  6. ReflectionsFebruary 3, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    Interesting piece, covering the unsettled nights, unholy and not fit for dreamers... those nights can be tough.

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  7. Steve IsaakFebruary 11, 2011 at 1:32 PM

    Good, enjoyable poem.

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  8. beezknezFebruary 18, 2011 at 7:07 PM

    ooooow wonderfully visual descriptive of the dark toss turn of the night restless alone conflict of the mind unsettled ... yes i feel all this and much much more reading your works again magic your power with the word is brilliant Beez :)) loVethisidoidoido

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  9. DiablesseMarch 6, 2011 at 7:16 AM

    Its beautiful, you can really feel the depth in your heart. Lots of us who write hope to connect through words and when we read something this beautiful, we know we've succeeded.

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  10. AnonymousMarch 15, 2011 at 4:33 AM

    Just stumbled onto your site from Twitter... I have a lot of reading to get caught up on! :-)

    Love the poems so far!

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  11. Miriam DunnMarch 30, 2011 at 9:19 AM

    Oh WOW! I really need to get a comment-alert set up so I can enjoy these wonderful words! I truly am humbled by your kind observations of my poetry

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  12. Richard OhgeOctober 30, 2011 at 8:16 PM

    Bookmarked and very well appreciated. "Dr Rex Dexter" has a couple of Poems here and there. Let me know what you think if you read them.
    I like that you eloquently paint a picture with your words.
    R "Ric" Andrew Ohge aka Dr Rex Dexter
    drrexdexter@gmail.com

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