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Foolishness, this half-
nap half-wake doze-night
never making REM
time dream-able or
spine release fully
breathable. You’d
think
a body would know
better after half
a century and
a decade or two.
Foolishness, lying
here without a pad
or pen, thinking you’d
remember later
images sliding
into mind from light
at the edges of
two window-blinded
eyes in the darkest
imagination.
Foolishness, this mind
wander daily to
the ending nearly
arriving, but no—
unconditional
love doesn’t cease
despite drought or
deep dry wells of fear
or doses of tears
preparing the way.
and for #15 poem April 2015
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast
Very clever. The last verse is wow, out of nowhere it knocks you over.
ReplyDeleteOh, the ache of wakefulness..it plays tricks on the mind i think - it always feels like the most profound thoughts come in this state...but even if you are awake enough to scribble them down they often aren't in the harsh light of day..but i think they pave the way for ones which are - QED in your poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful.. :D Agreed with Sreejit, the last lines are truly magical :D
ReplyDeleteunconditional
love doesn’t cease
despite drought or
deep dry wells of fear
or doses of tears
preparing the way.
Perhaps it is foolish to bear unconditional love, but know that this beautiful quality is found specially in mothers all over the world; their unconditional love towards their offsprings :D
xoxo
there are different types of drought in a life
ReplyDeleteAll our lives we think that everything is ours , we own it but it is our foolishness to think so
ReplyDeleteYes, do have a pad and pen for such moments or dreams ( I have Sudoku) :) ~ comforting to remember about unconditional love....
ReplyDeleteI agree with the first two stanzas.and ah...the last one is a beauty...so full of truth why doesn't the foolish mind believe i wonder...love that Light of Love...
ReplyDelete'foolishness -this belief...things we own'
ReplyDeletenothing was mine,all had to gifted
to known and unknown
but it is foolishness - not to have
hope love unconditional..and that it is shown....lovely poem
oh my how many stories have I lost because I "knew" I would remember in the morning.
ReplyDeleteFoolish is the mind when it plays those tricks.
A thoughtful prompt Susan and excellent response
Oh those closing lines are powerful! "Unconditional love doesnt cease." Ever. Yay, I am left with hope.
ReplyDeleteI think those of us of a certain age can best relate to the futile attempt to remember ideas when we're half asleep. But those you do remember Susan, are priceless. i like how you tie in, what I see as the aging process, with the permanence of love.
ReplyDeleteThe 'thinking you'll remember' bit had me smiling! What a perfect poem for this prompt! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteI love, love, love this, Susan! Beautiful flow.
ReplyDeleteOh, how difficult those sleepless times are in the middle of the night. And yes, it happens to me too...I foolishly think I will remember something that I want to write in the morning, but at dawn my thoughts fade into nothingness. I don't want to arise and write them down in the night, as I think THEN I will be awake even longer. Your poem 'speaks' to me. So much 'foolishness' (or is it?) happens in the middle of the night.
ReplyDeleteTroubling thoughts always pierce the night. Fear is a great destroyer of peace.
ReplyDeleteDreams can be terrifying but the nightmares in lying awake are worse. Love is so precious we should never put it in jeopardy.
ReplyDeletep.s. I always keep a pad and pencil by my bed...luckily there's no-one to find me scribbling at 4.00am.
This is beautiful. I spend many sleepless nights. I love that last stanza!
ReplyDeleteI can relate to the middle verse in particular.
ReplyDeleteYour examples of this chaotic characteristic are familiar to me, being half a century, and after all the mini mental notes to myself, I am finding, I really do need an actual pen, if I'm to retain any thought that passes through my brain!
ReplyDeleteLoved this, Susan! A perfectly answered prompt!
Poppy
"...You’d think
ReplyDeletea body would know
better"
I know this so well - yes!
but no—
ReplyDeleteunconditional
love doesn’t cease
despite drought or
deep dry wells of fear
or doses of tears
preparing the way..... quite a message in these lines
TERRIFIC TAKE!
This is just lovely, Susan. I know exactly what you mean about thinking one will remember, but you have.
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Three overly common types of foolishness. Well written.
ReplyDelete"Foolishness, this mind
ReplyDeletewander daily to
the ending nearly
arriving, but no—"
Susan, I am horrible at remembering things. Little details like tasks, appointments and ideas often slip my mind. I know exactly how it feels....Amazing piece !! :)
The last verse is amazing, 'unconditional love doesn't cease" - so true...so glad I came to read..speaks to me truly it does..
ReplyDeleteI detest those in-between sleepless nights as it seems unproductive and I wake up the next morning feeling grumpy ~
ReplyDeleteI specially like the ending of unconditional love, smiles ~
Have a good week Susan ~
Grace
I love how in the first two stanzas the speaking is shaking her finger. Then the last stanza puts life into perspective: we live one day at a time, and each decade moves at a different speed. Brilliant. ♥
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteI love the three facets your have written about, with that sense of foolishness, intruding into each scenario...I'm particularly drawn to the second stanza, which resonates very vividly for me and my own struggles to remember those words which creep into night's sleep!!
Our haste when, 'ending nearly arriving,' is so true, as we move by expressway, every day..
Enjoyed your version of the foolishness we may encounter, very much Susan..
Eileen