Here is another poem which I’ve recorded for posterity. It is Realm of the REM.

Click here for the recording.

Again look to the right of the screen for the play button.

Here is the text. I have written it in the form of a psalm and it is a simple description of the way I dream (I was going to call it bipolar dreaming originally). Do other people have similar dreams? I would be interested to know.

The indenting in the original stuffs up when I put it in the blog (never mind) so it looks a little different in the original.

Realm of the REM

In the realm of the REM the eyes flitter fretfully;
they rest when video clips of the Id are paused.

What will inward eyes see in my sleep tonight?
Will unfettered views invite horror or delight?

It is the battlefield of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde;
the victor changing in cyclical clashes of the unconscious.

Superhero arms slicing through aqua lagoon waters;
rippling muscles rupturing the translucent jelly.

Leaden torso, sluggish arms, hanging legs dragged down
in hideous, murky waters of a slow motion movie.

Glorious wings of human arms pulsate on mellifluous airstreams;
potent eagle eyes scan the panorama with exultation.

Weary, mournful wings struggle to raise a dead weight;
while a cloud of impending doom envelops exposed limbs.

The woken world is elated by intoxicating dream residues;
or polluted by a putrid, percolating dream shadow.

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Note:

Published Ripples Magazine (Edition 17, 2009)

Winning poem for the Ripples Magazine annual poetry competition.