Sleep

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altered-consciousness, colours, dreaming, flowers, fruits, grapes, new-dimension, pomegranate, reality, sleep

“Dreaming of Pomegranates” (1912)_by Felice Casorati, Italy

 

 

She sleeps on the grass

with a pomegranate in her hand

Drifting into the world of altered consciousness

she dreams of other fruit,

apples, apricots, peaches, oranges and tangerines

cherries, berries, plums, grapes and melons

that give the world the names of colours,

like the bed of wild flowers upon which she lies.

Her mind and body at peace,

nearly all her voluntary activities ceased.

A tranquil expression spreads upon her face,

she travels into another world

where the rules and dimensions are different.

Her eyelids flutter,

her lips curl into a smile,

she takes her lover’s hand

as they fly towards the green hills,

racing with feathered clouds

and the birds in the sky.

Her reality becomes the dream,

unaware which realm she belongs to.

When she awakes to birdsong,

her eyes drift to the bunches of purple grapes

hanging down from the vine above her.

The only remainder from the dream,

the pomegranate her lost lover gave to her,

from the orchards on the terraced hills.

She blinks,

presses the pomegranate to her heart,

closes her eyes,

and slips back into the dream.

 

 

 

Cracks

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accidents, broken, cracks, ghosts from the past, healing, hit and run, remedy, sleep

Head of a Woman 1924 Pablo Picasso 1881-1973 Accepted by HM Government in lieu of tax and allocated to the Tate Gallery 1995 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/T06928

Something broke inside her

no superglue tricks could fix

She didn’t know how it happened,

maybe it was already cracked

and finally gave in

Did she do it by mistake?

Or did someone knock her down?

Maybe it was due to a series of

hit and run accidents

by countless offenders in the past,

the collective damage now taking its toll

She just wanted to sleep and heal

yet sleep ceased to heal

because it was infected

with the virus of hurts, tears and sorrow

Erase the memory,

dope it, drug it, drift into a coma,

disinfect it with powerful chemicals

that leave their residues,

forming another set of cracks,

that deepen and crumble insidiously.

What to do sounded simple,

but doing it was complicated,

all it required was

heart, will, and determination,

but she wasn’t sure

how much more she still had in stock.