15 April 2015

Wakefulness

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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



28 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very clever. The last verse is wow, out of nowhere it knocks you over.

Jae Rose said...

Oh, 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!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is so beautiful.. :D Agreed with Sreejit, the last lines are truly magical :D

unconditional
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

Wolfsrosebud said...

there are different types of drought in a life

Vandana Sharma said...

All our lives we think that everything is ours , we own it but it is our foolishness to think so

humbird said...

Yes, do have a pad and pen for such moments or dreams ( I have Sudoku) :) ~ comforting to remember about unconditional love....

Sumana Roy said...

I 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...

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

'foolishness -this belief...things we own'
nothing 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

Unknown said...

oh my how many stories have I lost because I "knew" I would remember in the morning.
Foolish is the mind when it plays those tricks.
A thoughtful prompt Susan and excellent response

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh those closing lines are powerful! "Unconditional love doesnt cease." Ever. Yay, I am left with hope.

Myrna R. said...

I 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.

Anonymous said...

The 'thinking you'll remember' bit had me smiling! What a perfect poem for this prompt! Loved it!

Maude Lynn said...

I love, love, love this, Susan! Beautiful flow.

Mary said...

Oh, 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.

rallentanda said...

Troubling thoughts always pierce the night. Fear is a great destroyer of peace.

Old Egg said...

Dreams can be terrifying but the nightmares in lying awake are worse. Love is so precious we should never put it in jeopardy.
p.s. I always keep a pad and pencil by my bed...luckily there's no-one to find me scribbling at 4.00am.

Susie Clevenger said...

This is beautiful. I spend many sleepless nights. I love that last stanza!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I can relate to the middle verse in particular.

Poppy said...

Your 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!

Loved this, Susan! A perfectly answered prompt!

Poppy

Anonymous said...

"...You’d think
a body would know
better"
I know this so well - yes!

PT said...

but no—
unconditional
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!

Outlawyer said...

This is just lovely, Susan. I know exactly what you mean about thinking one will remember, but you have.

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Gen Giggles said...

Three overly common types of foolishness. Well written.

Panchali said...

"Foolishness, this mind
wander 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 !! :)

Truedessa said...

The last verse is amazing, 'unconditional love doesn't cease" - so true...so glad I came to read..speaks to me truly it does..

Scarlet said...

I detest those in-between sleepless nights as it seems unproductive and I wake up the next morning feeling grumpy ~

I specially like the ending of unconditional love, smiles ~

Have a good week Susan ~

Grace

Magaly Guerrero said...

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. ♥

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Susan,

I 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