Paradoxes help in unorthodox ways sometimes
And, although we don’t know much about how
Dinosaurs slept
And crocodiles cried
(I did not write “wept” for a reason
each rhyme is a treason… oh!)
Just because sleep and tears leave no paleontological trace,
I still recognize the typical signs of my reptilian brain,
I do not betray my race: human (too much at times).
As I close my eyes…
Tears have dried and sleep has come
As a surprise, velvety, taking me through its phases,
Rephrasing all with softer dreams
During my REM sleep,
Feeding, then soothing my paradoxes,
Exhaling, inhaling all that I am.
nice work...
Art Sun...
Regis
Sheila
wet, and alive, and smelling of breath,
she, beside herself,
in newer form.
With lizard tongue, she tasted the air
She stood, and wandered through her dreams,
(watch the tail...watch the feet
--they're massive and extinct)
She walked through lines of poetry--
and zzzzz's-- each phrase, a new phase
of herself--
a paradoxical dinosaur
feeding off of....
woops, she breathed herself in again...
Be always safe,
Karen
John
Fee
as a surprise, velvety, taking me through its phases,
Rephrasing all with softer dreams"
A beautiful expression that exudes peace and better times...
Cryssa
(I did not write “wept” for a reason
each rhyme is a treason… oh!)
and the profond peace of thelast four lines:
Rephrasing all with softer dreams
During my REM sleep,
Feeding, then soothing my paradoxes,
Exhaling, inhaling all that I am.
In a word, "Wonderful." - David
Edwin
Very well done. I wish I could remember just half of what I dream about. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
I am having trouble sleeping tonight, funny I would read your poem about sleep...Interesting...
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Warmly,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.