Monday, October 18, 2010

The Uninvited - mag 36


My consciousness emerges
from the night and awakens 
to the morning light 
streaming in through my window 
the light that woke me up
disturbed my dreams,


A  modest wish--
I long to remain –
to linger a little while longer,
caught in between worlds,
the place where one is 
not yet fully awake,
barely a toehold
in my dream-scape. 
Drifting in its currents
I try and translate the images but now only 
see with eyes of this world, fleeting thoughts 
of endless possibilities playing in my head
Ideas which I toy with 
and create out of curiosity and wonder,
slipping away as  the light
draws me further into the day, 
casting its net around me
anchoring me in 
this world of experience
Eyes wide open, 
mesmerized by the light stream
I try and get my
bearings in this day, 
to this hour,
The familiar landscape 
of this world of reality, 
my senses reaching 
out towards the new day, 
I search in the light for the variations 
of the changing images
that translate into 
the language of the senses  
which bears my name 
and gives meaning to my life.
fin

Tweedledum and Tweedledee  could not decide but will go for it for there are many great writers for post on
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poem below without photo's

The Uninvited

My consciousness emerges from the night
and awakens to the morning light streaming in 
through my window
the light that woke me up - 
disturbed my dreams.
A modest wish-- I long to remain –
to linger a little while longer,
caught in between worlds, the place where 
one is not  yet fully awake,
barely a toehold in my dream-scape, 
drifting in its currents 
I try and translate the images 
but now only see 
with eyes of this world,
fleeting thoughts of endless possibilities 
playing in my head --
ideas which I toy with and create 
out of curiosity and wonder, 
slipping away as the light draws me further into the day,
casting its net around me
anchoring me in this world of experience – 
eyes wide open,  mesmerized by the light stream, 
I try and get my bearings in  this day, to this hour, 
the familiar landscape of this world of reality, 
my senses reaching out towards the new day, 
I search in the light for the variations 
of the changing images that 
translate into the language of the senses  
which bears my name and
gives meaning to my life.
           fin

photo credits: 1stBbrabourne Farm, 2nd Willows From Magpie Tale #36, 4 & 5 ffffound 6 &7tumblr, 8 Voque, Anoush Abraram