The house is alive!
Objects have taken life of their own…
Is it reality or are they simply for your ears alone?
The floorboards squeak, the furniture cracks, your mind is telling you “TURN ON THE LIGHT OR YOU WON’T SURVIVE!”
You wrestle with yourself “No. It’s just simple house noises”
Your eyes with lighting speed shift each possible way, millions of fireworks deployed by synapses.
The sweat takes over,
Dread insistently around starts to hover,
Yet, despite this assault, its game is almost over;
Done… as your awareness and consciousness drift away,
Into a beautiful dreamland so the body can rest and the mind can process new information,
Into deep sleep where there is no conformation,
Into deep sleep where fears, wishes and aspirations
Jumble up together to make weird connections.
As the sun arises and photons lay their bombardment,
You take a deep breath and march on towards a new achievement.
by Vlad-Ovidiu Adam
Vlad, you are the master of strong and thrilling imagery and I’m pretty sure that the nightmare you depicted here may give me goosebumps if I read it in the dead of the night. Your poem is internally good!:D Rock on!
Thank you for your compliment even though I don’t think they’re that good and me either. These are things i write in like 5-10 minutes max then I kind of forget about them.My brain is silly that way :). Also…clarify,please, the pairing “internally good”. Don’t know what it means but I would like to add that knowledge to my mental archive 🙂
I also have the same impulse of writing something very fast, it’s like a lightning strike, as long as the verses are not in need of rhymes, because that is another story. “Infernally good” is a kind of oxymoron for your poem, infernal is for the images depicting the nightmare from your poem and good is for its quality. I’m praising you, don’t worry, it was just a little word game I tried to use. 😀
“Infernally good” definitely suits this poem 🙂 . And it shows that a typo (it was “internally” first) can make you miss the message.
It sounds like me when I’m alone at home. 😀 It’s a poem that I can solely relate to the scenes in “Snow White” and “Alice in Wonderland” in which both Alice and Snow White are running through the forest, confusing animals for monsters. I could see every scene, feel every emotion of this poem. You truly have a magnificent gift.
Bravo, Maestro. 😀
-applauds from the distance-
Oh and interesting correlation. It does kind of make sense 🙂
Let’s get this right people. I’m not a “Maestro” so please stop or I’ll… SQUIRREL! :-p