Congratulations to Beth Thompson (Zoo) !
      Our November, 1999 winner for the best Dream poem.


      Uneasy Sleep
      
      ...caught up in a 
      nightmare jungle of 
      ochre skies and broken- 
      glass trees whose 
      shattered leaves wail 
      in off-key discord 
      I wonder aimlessly; 
      lost in self-absorbed apathy; 
      toward a dead horizon 
      vultures circling overhead... 
      
      ...I find myself within 
      myself,outside myself 
      looking on myself. 
      The spectral aura of 
      anxiety, mistrust 
      frustration and fear 
      surrounds me; heckling 
      and nagging, driving me 
      this way and that. 
      I see myself flounder, 
      drowning in a sea of confusion 
      "Hey, wake up!" I yell 
      but I don't listen; 
      empty echoes falling 
      where there are no ears... 
      
      ...drifting on the ether 
      above, I look down and 
      watch you saunter towards 
      me; invitation gleaming 
      in your eyes. 
      A dearth of emotion 
      swells my heart and 
      I step towards you 
      with open arms 
      but the image blurs and 
      it is no longer 
      the titian-haired girl 
      I know from the mirror 
      but a stranger you 
      reach so eagerly for. 
      "No!" I cry as the 
      gossamer threads of dream 
      that bind I to Me 
      snap and fling me screaming 
      headlong into a 
      tunnel of blackness... 
      
      ...I see the clock, 
      indigo glow of reality, 
      what seemed a lifetime 
      has been but an hour 
      I lay back, haunted 
      by nightmare images 
      in surreal color; 
      choking on the acrid 
      taste of the nowhere 
      I have been, wondering 
      if there is hidden meaning 
      in the repititious recurrence 
      or am I slowly 
      going mad... 
      Body and soul weary 
      I seek solace in 
      the warming curves of 
      you, your heat wends it's 
      way through my body 
      smoothing away the knotted 
      weave of taut nerves and flesh. 
      As the tension eases 
      I feel the erstwhile 
      arms of Morpheus reach 
      out to enfold me 
      and I drift off to 
      uneasy sleep...
      
      Author - Beth Thompson
      Copyright © Jan1999
      
      
      


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