Somnambulistic Sonnet Poem by Dan Reynolds

Somnambulistic Sonnet



How strange, when sleep is scarce the dreams increase
with amplified intensity and strength
behind eyes bravely batting at the crease
we fill that space regardless of the length

Forgetting, when fatigue brings in the dawn
our memories and prophecies combine
to conjure up somnambulistic spawn
and motherlodes within the mental mine

The vividness of visions in such states
embeds them in our minds throughout the day
And so we banish logic, which dictates
sleep deprivation's target is dismay
Lest we confuse reality with dreams
can we be sure that all is as it seems?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ebi Robert 14 September 2011

I feel the deep grease of poetry in this.....

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