Monday, 13 June 2016

Give a Dream a Go

Once, I read something along the lines that the ‘dreams’ we most vividly recall are but leftover, half-formed thoughts inclined to either embrace us or knock us for six as we necessarily negotiate an emotional landscape that finds us close to waking up but unable (quite) to let go of whatever it is about sleep that insists we stay; cave in to the latter, and we risk making of our lives an open prison.

I get it. More than once, contemplating the day ahead over breakfast has felt like being pulled one way or the other by complacency and positive thinking, each in the form of a viable escape plan from the other. Usually, but not always, a few slices of toast and several cups of coffee will summon a strength of mind and purpose resolved to let the more constructive alternative run its course.

Sleepwalking through life (with eyes wide open if eyelids drooping) is sadly, all too common; going through the motions of life instead of living it the way we want not as other people, convention... whatever...says we should. At the same time, we need to bear in mind that not everyone's idea of 'living' is the same, and it is unfair to compare, even more so to set ourselves up as judge and jury as so many people I know SO love to do...

Life, of course, does not always give us our head, and our options are often limited through no fault of our own, but where an opportunity tailor made for us does present itself, we owe it to ourselves to GO for it, no matter what other people might say or think. Some might say that's selfish, but in my experience, letting someone prevent you from doing something you really want to do can only end in tears; nor should we assume that person would begrudge us the opportunity by way of a get-out clause for not braving a dream...

Wake up, GO for it...

'What is not started today is never finished tomorrow.' - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe  (German Playwright, Poet, Novelist and Dramatist. 1749-1832)


Sometimes, the human body
will not (quite) emerge from shadows
(courtesy of sleep) conveniently
induced by selective half-memories
of fonder (kinder) times
when body and spirit took a stoic stand
against the more aggressive
(egocentric) interpretations of what it is
to be a practising human being

Sometimes, the human mind
can't (quite) escape a darker, weaker side
(courtesy of conscience)
invaded by selective half-memories
conveniently (almost) buried
under layers of regret, pain, wishful
thinking for turning back
the ever-spilling clock measuring out
human life in grains of sand

Sometime, the human spirit
refuses (quite) to justify being slow
to do the right thing
by all that’s integral to the integrity
even of those children
of a lesser god than it chooses to put
above reproach, especially
when available to call upon to excuse
the plainly inexcusable

Eventually (with luck) we wake
to choral music promising us heaven
of a kind not (quite)
as interpreted by various Holy Books
if only to keep us quiet
in the face of pain and regret stoically
managed but self-inflicted
all the same, especially upon others
who meant us no harm

Day dawns, and life goes on
so we need to pull ourselves together,
put the world to rights
and put any irksome misgivings down
to common misdemeanours
attributed to quirks of sleep expressing
(only human) anxieties
of a far less forgiving ego than likely
to meet the eye over breakfast

Copyright R. N. Taber 2016

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