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by laurafraser 

Posted: 11 November 2004
Word Count: 85
Summary: Written yesterday, early evening in my car as I was coming back from a meeting.

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In my eyes swim the swallowed tears of a millennia,
the masticated dreams of the Truth-seekers
whose fantasies keep me awake at night,
their mottled cries scratching at my ears
(perhaps thatís why I sleep-talk).

And I lie there watching as silence slips away
embarrassed by the play-ground like sounds
that the dreamers make.
And I lie there wondering if it will ever come back to me-
not sadly or regretfully,
just lying there laconically wondering,
wondering if the silence will come back to me.

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The Walrus at 18:20 on 12 November 2004  Report this post
A curious piece but I like the musing feel of it.

I particularly like the line:

the masticated dreams of the Truth-seekers

I've read it several times and cannot pretend to understand it all, but still, I do like it.

The Walrus

Ticonderoga at 10:12 on 13 November 2004  Report this post
I like this enormously; as a lifelong insomniac, it speaks powerfully to me. It feels as though whilst driving home you are anticipating the busy-ness in your brain which will once again prevent you from sleeping. Lovely language.



laurafraser at 17:27 on 15 November 2004  Report this post
walrus thank-you for your comments-masticated line and the first line are the conceit of the poem which implies ambitiously that things don't end-the hopes/dreams/fears humans had centuries ago remain today to keep us awake at night. the rest i think is pretty self-explanatory about insomniacs lying awaake with all the nosie in their heads that although can be maddening at first you gradually resign yourself to it and eventually almost like it-brillant time for ideas etc.
i recognise what you say about not understandimg it completely but i wanted to create something that wasn't completely coherent to draw a parellel to the madness insomnia can produce. x laura

mike and fellow insomniac-thank-you for reading and your comments have tried other poems concerning this but this was my faveourite. and a little something concerning insomnnia what i find invaluable is meditation and sadly no alcohol, in case you havn't find anything to help...

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