Shaken

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Thu, 12 Feb 2015
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11 comments
 

Woke up this morning,
didn’t know the day,
didn’t know my name,
nor what to do or say …
    so I went back to bed
    to try to forget
    that so much was forgotten
    and wouldn’t fit, connect.

Woke up next morning
couldn’t see a thing
had to grope around,
and feel for everything;
trying to remember,
where, which way the door,
stubbing toe and knee-cap,
stumbling to the floor;
    so I got back to bed –
    for sleeping would hide
    the lack of sight and horror,
    but privately I cried.

Woke up so frightened,
couldn’t lift a leg,
couldn’t prance or dance        
a tango or a jig;
feeling hungry, thirsty,
had to call and wait,
no longer could enjoy
an independent state;
    so I lay back in bed
    but misery there too –
    I couldn’t wriggle properly
    as I love to do.

Woke up come morning –
clang of my alarm,
my legs and eyes and mind
had not succumbed to harm,
jumped out of bed to look
upon the lovely view,        
eyes glistening with tears,
assessing life anew:
    couldn’t ever forget
    the trouble, the plight
    tasted in those mornings
    of a long and dream-filled night.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

So 'it was all a bad dream',  The change at the end works well, the person now being so glad to get up and see the beauty of the day.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Elsie, glad you felt it I'd got the idea across OK. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by celticman on

funny thing when life's a dream and dreams a nightmare, bits and pieces. 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A dreamy life seems to be trying to push things out of mind. I'm not sure if dreams like this would be called a nightmare or not, I suppose in a sense they could be, but as they seem to have a positive effect and result, conclusion …?
Thanks for the read and comment. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

I should think this sort of dream would be common as we get older, and half expect to have problems when we wake. I often find my hands have gone to sleep, and I wonder if I've had a stroke.

Anyway, its a very good poem, and I like it a lot.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean, and for telling me you liked it. I suppose I felt I wanted to explore the little things about how it would feel like with these disabilities, like children blindfolding themselves, and the empathy it would give, and the thankfulness and desire to use the abilities we have well while we have them. And, as you say, no harm in being aware a bit for our own preparation if circumstances become difficult in any of various ways. Rhiannon

 

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Rhiannon.  I  'got your drift' as they say, by the the time I had read a couple of stanzas.  Amazing, all the seemingly little things we take for granted every day...us lucky ones at least.

The best of luck with the competition.  A cracking entry.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Tina, for your support and appreciation. As you indicate, we have so much that we take for granted. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

I liked this, too Rhiannon. It made me feel sad and I also felt the relief at the end and gratitude.

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Bee, glad you felt it was worthwhile. Rhiannon