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In My Dreams by Cicely Robin Laing

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In my dreams…

I watched them play…

Up on the hill top, on a windy day…

There was no sorrow…

There was no loss…

Just a kite to fly, and a ball to toss…

Happy laughter…

The sound of running feet…

Inside this memory there was joy to meet…

The rustle of wind…

And the crack of thunder…

Spoiled my sweet feel of slumber…

Now, awake…

Beneath these layers I lay…

Wishing for the break of day…

To shed the thoughts…

And hide the tears…

Of missing you these many years…

In my dreams…

I get to play…

With you… on a hill top… far away…

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Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2015

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I am closer to death than I am to birth…
and still, I don’t know who I am…
During daylight hours I pretend to be me…
but under the covers at night, doubts fill my mind…
Dreams of second guesses and forgotten successes…
mix with flights of fancy, and horrible messes…
I toss and turn, waiting for sleep to save me…
only to find my mind never forgave me…
Deep beneath the tattered tangled blankets…
I try to find me, the one I haven’t met yet…
But every event, every thought, every action…
changes me from one moment to the next…
Each a tiny death, becomes a birth, a resurrection…
Then morning comes, and I am more tired than awake…
and still, I am who I am… rediscovered…
at least for one more day…
Is there any other way?

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Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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CicelyRobinLaing©2014

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The many voices in my head…

Speak to me in whispers…

Cutting away slices…

Sawing edges red…

Their quiet breaks the silence…

A knife upon a fragile thread…

For when they settle on me…

I know that sleep is dead…

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In desperation I will turn…

And murmur back at them…

Chasing hope with logic…

With false bravado burn…

But silence can not be found…

As long as doubt can churn…

Sleep is a restless zombie…

For which I ever yearn…

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Day eleven… Image eleven… Poem eleven….

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National Poetry Writing Month

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Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing ©2015

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I spent the day asleep with my eyes wide open…

My mind bent over like an aged, brick layer’s back…

I did the little things that say, “I can make it through my day.”…

I got dressed in blue jeans…

I ate burnt toast…

I went to work cause that’s what I do…

And I made my way back home… I had no place else to go…

I did all the expected things…

I did what should prove I am alive and functional…

But the truth is… my engine is running on fumes and I am about to sputter to a sudden stop…

I’m still moving forward from the momentum of morning…

and I have forgotten what breaks are for…

Everything is moving forward…

but I have no clue where I am going…

I am asleep… with my eyes wide open…

How did I get to this nowhere place…?

How did I reach this exhausted space…?

I haven’t a clue…

I woke up… I took a step… I took another step… just like I had so many other days…

and eventually I assumed I was awake…

But apparently I was not…

Here I have spent my whole day dreaming…

of every possible mundane thing I could do with my life…

and… I did them… with my eyes open…

but I was not awake…

and now…

it is time for bed…

and all I can think of…

is to dream…

of sleep. …

Where I might finally figure out…

what it means…

to live…

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Life is full of dreams… sleep has very little to do with it… but lack of sleep can leave you dreamless…

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Day 23 of my September project… this is for “Tale Spin Tuesday” … which spun so badly that it is now Thursday…

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September’s different themes for each day of the week:
“Macro Monday”
“Tale Spin Tuesday”
“Whatever Wednesday”
“Thoughtful Thursday”
“Family Friday”
“Caturday Saturday”
& “Seriously Silly Sunday”

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Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

 

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Teri was very good at sleep…

In fact he slept a bit too deep…

Once with his mouth opened wide…

A bumble bee crept right inside…

It found a warm and cozy bed…

Right inside of Teri’s head…

There it cuddled into the night…

Until the space grew way too tight…

Morning came and out it flew…

And poor old Teri never knew…

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Be kind to bees… but if you do this… please don’t sneeze!

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Day 29 of  “Face Lines… and Story Lines” 

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing©2014

 

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Late night Biting can take you to strange places…. I fell asleep… deeply asleep… half way through making this one…..  My mind really had already left.

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Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz…. hmmmm…. What?

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