sleep

ANOTHER SLEEP DISORDER POEM

Migraines and nightmares
White feather floating in air
Screams echoing into darkness
It is only a dream
But what does it mean
Bad brain activity through chemistry?
Or more importantly
In my family, at least
Interpretation is everything
My mind reassures
But the image endures
As the morning progresses
Circannual rhythm begs for
Migration
As Romani ancestors’ blood
Burns from the Florida heat
Searing my already aching head
I want to leave
Circadium rhythm
Scrambles my internal clock
Producing a lifetime of insomnia
Hypnagogia
Is this another problem
Autistically to blame?
To sleep, perchance to nightmare
But I’m more like Hamlet than Ophelia
Because the dread of something after death
Makes me bear those ills
I will survive the heat
I will survive the lack of sleep
I will…

(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Backyard Nightlight

WHY CAN’T I DREAM?

 

Troubled by dreams that never appear

Over the decades can count on ten fingers

Plus a toe or two

The amount I remember

Why do I sleep delta

Instead of theta

Must turn to music

For answers

But confusing because

Lyrics don’t always differentiate

Between dreams awake

Or dreams asleep

Everly Brothers sing

Whenever I want you

All I have to do

Is dream….dream, dream, dream

Tom Petty is running down a dream

(great riff, great song)

The Monkees ask what can it mean

To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen

Even Billy Ocean sings

Get outta my dreams

Get into my car

(The backseat—honestly unromantic!)

But not many sing about a dream

About being actually asleep

About living a life of puzzle

With strangers who seem real

With cliffs shaking us off so we fall

With monsters chasing us through dark halls

With lovers whose names we call

With familiar family, friends, dogs and cats

Talking birds and stampeding cattle

Are remembered dreams too personal

A taboo translation into lyrics

Or is that the font of great art

What’s with dreams…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Dreams (Pinterest, no attribution)

PHANTOMS OF THE NIGHT

 

Reading ghost stories

In my darkened room

Middle of the night

Finally eyes closed

Falling into a Beta sleep

Creepy images

My old friends

Presented by Hypnagogia

Sleep disorder extraordinaire

Flickering, ghostly girls

From the novel

Originating in a Central Casting union shop

Translucent skin reminiscent of

Victorian tubercular heroines

Smudged, dark eye-bags

Herbalists diagnose as

Renal dysfunction

So much like my favorite flick

Carnival of Souls

Yet Gran looked like herself

When she visited me

On my birthday

Superimposed her face on mine

In the bathroom mirror

Mom did too

Except her hair and clothes

Were World War Two-ish

As she perched on the arm

Of my couch

And I told her to go

Too many issues

When she lived

And breathed her fire

At desperately-wanting-to-be-loved-by-Mommy me

So, no

Ghosts R Us

Not smeared and stained

Not bloody and un-brained

Us R Ghosts

Look in the mirror…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: young woman reading ghost stories, Wiki Commons