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I have never walked in this forest
nor stood beside the hidden lake
except that I have set foot upon
these mossy stones and balanced
in the caesura, before sleep ripples
the reflection of my mind, thoughts
sinking to underwater dreams –
I have never felt so unwakeable,
so lost and out of sight of home.
A woodland 55, for my Human-Landscape Interactions prompt in The Imaginary Garden.
"thoughts sinking to underwater dreams," .. This is deeply poignant, Kerry!❤️ Sometimes a person is so absorbed in his own feelings that even the surrounding beauty has no effect upon him. It also puts me in the mind of a quote by Diane Ackerman; "What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death."❤️
ReplyDeleteYour commentary is always keenly empathetic, Sanaa. Thank you for your insights.
DeleteThere is so much depth here Kerry. I keep reading it over and over and each time, something new surfaces. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda. It is shorter than I intended but the ideas pooled into this cup.
DeleteSounds like a spooky place that almost takes possession of the solitary wanderer. Or, maybe i shouldn't watch so many "My Ghost Story" episodes in a row before logging on to the internet!
ReplyDeleteOooh! Yes, this could be the scene of some kind of psychological thriller.. kind of between world state of mind! Thanks for coming over to read.
Delete"Underwater dreams" – Sounding like very near to the end. "They" say life flashes before you at that time.
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Caesura works perfectly here ~~~ a stunning poem Kerry and thank you for the challenge.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen. I added in a caesura after the word, for good measure ;-)
DeleteThere's is a haunted feeling to this. That last line hits me hard.
ReplyDeleteetheral and yet haunting...
ReplyDeleteSometimes the human psyche can be a haunted place!
DeleteSo many odd things have flitted around my head too during that not-quite-awake-nor-asleep phase. There were times when I would have gladly indulged longer in some of the things I saw and felt, but there were also times when the reflections in the water showed me far more than I cared to see.
ReplyDeleteYes, your response is all I had hoped for in trying to tap into the psychology of this image. Thanks, Rommy.
DeleteI appreciate this reflection, Kerry. I try to hold on to those fleeting moments but almost always fail. I try to write about it, I think pretty feebly. Am wrestling with the knowledge that I frequently scream in my sleep (but am hardly ever aware unless I am told) and wonder about those images too. I like that you've very beautifully tried to describe this. Also that photo brings to mind Harry Potter and his patronus :)
ReplyDeleteI have an intense (and somewhat morbid) fascination with the workings of my subconscious mind.. and my dreams are why I suffer from insomnia because the wake me up all night. It seems there is an alternate world we inhabit for several hours of every day,though what it truly consists of, we may never know.
DeleteI love the strength in your two closing lines, Kerry. I am very late getting to this prompt as have been busy in the real world......lol.
ReplyDeleteGah! The real world... mercy!
DeleteThanks, Sherry :)