The Somnambulist
My thoughts, ancillary to my mind's bidding
That ineffable state, in conference with the Universal
Does somehow express that which I could not comprehend
And yet, there they are, my thoughts
Quite well expressed, in the form of poetry and prose
Staring back at me, smiling, with no regrets
Am I a somnambulist? I could be, I suppose
But then, to what end?
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Shall I drink of poison, and then upon waking
Understand clearly, that I am the dreamer
And my ego the somnambulist?
Who, through all of this, being put to the test
Has no regrets, for having murdered
My other self.
Or, the poison itself, placed back upon the shelf
That my alter-ego might drink of it
In another dream perhaps
Where being autonomous
Requires stealth
And the wherewithal
To stand the test
While awake
And well!!
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Oh bloody hell,
WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!
Tony Taylor
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the somnambulist
in such autumnal twilight
walks with the muses
{I wrote the above haiku as a comment on one of Larry's poems some time ago...but it seems apt to duplicate it here.}
The encounter between the voices within which leads to art can seem mystical and otherworldly...as though some of those voices come from somewhere (or someone) else. Perhaps the ancients were right...we are not individually unified and whole beings, but merely the hosts of a refracted prism of different consciousnesses vying for supremacy in an ongoing psychomachia which can only end in madness...or death!?!
Maybe the disparate perspectives of finely drawn characters in a play, or the uniquely self-contained worlds of each writer's individual works are the result of creative inspiration...or some kind of borderline personality disorder!! Maybe all artists are just a little bit nuts...
But...we come again to the encounter between the artist and the voice within. That encounter so tenderly and vividly brought to life in this poem. And we ask ourselves: Where does it come from?...What does it want?...And; most terrifying of all: what happens if I wake up one morning and the voice is gone?!
Are there any answers to these questions?
Might it be tempting Fate to ask them in the first place?!
A wonderfully sobering conclusion to a fascinating and beautifully rendered thought-rhapsody...that ending brings joy in thunderbolts! Some have written philosophy with a hammer...but you (on occasion) write poetry with one...smashing your own delicate structures to great effect.
This isn't merely an exquisite piece of poetic writing...it's a guided tour of your inner-landscape and an oblique view of your creative process.
Thank you for sharing it with us, Tony.
J ;)
WOW JASON!!.... this is the kind of review that makes poetry SO WORTHWHILE!!..... most poets are not writing for money or fame which is why I consider it to be one the few 'PURE' art forms left to us!!...... when you took the time to write down your feelings, observations, and conclusions about this write made me cry & smile deep down inside. Even my family does not know this part of me, and for you, a person I've never met in person, to have such a profound affect on me says so much about who you are. I am so grateful to you brother. "Maybe all artists are just a little bit nuts!!"...... you made me see things in this write that I hadn't considered...... Bravo!!......"KINGS TO YOU " ~ one of my favorite quotes, it's from The Count Of Monte Christo!!...... you're' ' Way Cool!!' my friend!!.......thanx for this!!..... your friend and ever-admirer!!.......tony xo ?✳✴☀♥????
Hello Tony...
Thanks for this...
I wonder if that's where mine come from?
I have really strange dreams...
?
I don't think I sleep walk though...
If I did, I sleep so sound most times I could only imagine where I'd end up...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugz and Smiles!
Love and Rockets!
Feathers
Hey Feathers!!....thanx so much for this..... yes, sleep is a funny thing...,and so personal..... for me, sometimes I can't wait to get to sleep because my dreams are so vivid.... it's like having two lives!!...... smiles..... Sleepwalking is a whole different thing..... and for some can be dangerous..... like you said... you never know where you might wind up!!.....thanx again for this girlfriend !!......hugs-n-smiles!!......T xo ?☀✴♥?
cool write linda
Thanx LINDA!!.....LOVE to you and yours!!.....T xo ?✳✴☀♥?
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
Sometimes I feel that life's a dream
That death is it's awakening
And your soul travels through the universe
That reincarnation to you brings
.
So are we all Somnambulists
And our lives we live in sleep
I guess we'll have to wait and see
If we ever wake up, or get buried six feet deep
.
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx
Hey LARRY!!.... interesting interpretive write brother!!..... you're amazing!!.....thanx so much for going out of your way my friend!!..... Love to you yours!!.......T xo ?✳✴♥☀?
My Dear Brother Tony,
To me, "your way will always be my way", never, "out of my way".
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx