Dreams – Haiku edition

For my midterm, I needed to do a “side-by-side” revision from a previously written poem, so I wrote this haiku to compare to an experimental style poem titles “Dreams” that wrote a few posts back.

I wrote “Dreams” for the experimental assignment and was inspired by the suggested journal entry assignment in which we write about our dreams. By the time I was ready to write, the dreams were usually gone. I did the “side by side” review by changing it into a haiku following the 5/7/5 rule. I’ve spent time reading some and find it interesting that there is beauty in so few words and what it can do for the imagination. I will add my original experimental poem.

Dreams – a haiku

Dreams linger softly

A flower petal descends

Shadows in the fog

 

Dreams – an experimental poem

I wake up and remember my dreams

Want to remember

The dog wakes, coffee is made

A flower petal falls

Fog creeps in, a memory gone,

I want to remember

 

I was going somewhere

Only I can’t recall

Lunch is made

A flower petal falls

Fog creeps in, a memory gone

I want to remember

 

Everything is hazy

Only I don’t keep forever

Data is entered, program error

A flower without petals

Fog creeps in, a memory gone

I want to remember, the dream is gone

 

Please comment and let me know what you think of each poem and if the haiku was intriguing. Which poem do prefer, the experimental or haiku.

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Andy vs Andrew

I am named Andrew

“Man of God”

Son of Mary and Bob

A long time ago, they called me Andy

I think I was a child then

Blonde hair bleached from the summer sunlight

Chasing red firetrucks on my bike

Either I found trouble or trouble found me,

Quickly they would say “Andy No”

Andy was the class clown

Mom and Dad said, “Andrew you really need to buckle down”

Adventure found Andy, took him to the seas

He played the games of men,

a small part of the war machine

Seen the whole world from inside a bar,

That boy worked hard and played hard

And he was still young at heart,

“Andy didn’t have class”

He had a “big Dodge, cold beer, chainsaw, camping, cabin, hunting, all around family man”

Time slips away, where did it go

Andy gradually became Andrew

Waking up at 5 am in the dark

A demanding career

School to be cool and earn that degree

In the evenings, swept away to his studies

All around family man feeling pretty checked out

Reflection in the mirror,

Gray hairs and tired eyes

Andrew misses Andy

Goodbye Facebook, it’s (not really) been real

Goodbye Facebook, it’s (not really) been real

Goodbye Facebook, it’s (not really) been real
— Read on anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2019/03/01/goodbye-facebook-its-not-really-been-real/

This is something that I have been thinking about doing. The goal is to feel more human again, less entrenched in digital and social media. Spend more time getting into the prose of a good book, or more time touching wood and building something with my hands. My time wasted in Facebook and Instagram is pointless, especially reflecting back. Will it really matter what you posted or the number of likes you get? I don’t think so.

Dreams

 

I wake up and remember my dreams

Want to remember

The dog wakes, coffee is made

A flower petal falls

Fog creeps in, a memory gone,

I want to remember

 

I was going somewhere

Only I can’t recall

Lunch is made

A flower petal falls

Fog creeps in, a memory gone

I want to remember

 

Everything is hazy

Only I don’t keep forever

Data is entered, program error

A flower without petals

Fog creeps in, a memory gone

I want to remember, the dream is gone

Thought of the day

I have to write a persona poem. Decide on a figure – contemporary, historical, fictional, or real – and write that from your person’s perspective. I’ve realized I know very little of anything alive/dead real or not real. Shit I’m lost. Here is what I wrote.

Thor

Cold sand crunches beneath my feet

Arctic water rolls across my heels

I can’t breathe to catch my breath

Obsidian depths of the water

Gives the serpent cover in its icy bottom

Shelter of the shore is ever far

Waves of the water now crest my midriff

I clutch onto Mjolnir

A thunderous surge washes the shore

Dark grey cloud’s frost-bound mist blasts my beard

My Warhammer is swung around

Winds twirl with the birth of waterspouts

The inlet is split, it’s ancient den no more

The serpents slither shakes the earth

Its split tongue flicks the air, it can taste my fear

Its eyes hold blackness of deaths despair

His head coils back, fangs drip my fate

Mjolnir is thrown, the battle is met

Hot piercing flame, it lays to death

Nine steps made, darkness fades to black

Frigid water embraces me

The Nightmare

This is a poem about a neurological disorder I have called “cluster headaches” and the first time ever putting it into words how it feels and stressors that contribute to the disease. Cluster headaches are a type of headache inside the head that is considered one of the most painful conditions and have also been called “suicide headaches”.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cluster_headache

the days are hard, work toils the mind

demands of my controller and expectations put on myself

the force of uncertainty is restless in my soul

and feeds the shadowy presence

that lurks within my mind,

a specter that comes and goes

with each new visit brings a hot flash of pain,

its hands knead my mind,

the explosion of pain blossoms like a flower

it stubbornly probes my mind till the end of the day,

the whiskey’s charcoal taste, the soft smooth wave of release

another glass, the foolishness awaits

numbness tingles, a daring dance with fate

the shadow knows its terms

the hour has struck to fall into sleep

the arrogance of its way, the demon persists

pushing a hot needle into my eye, from the inside out

the work is not complete, screaming into the night

pain fading into darkness

payment is made, now the shadow can go to sleep