Sleep Talking

My wife talks in her sleep. It rarely wakens me and never bothers me. Nonetheless, the other night I awoke not to her talking but rather to a couple lines of poetry floating in my head. I wish I could tell you that I am the type of person with the gusto and dedication to jump out from under the covers, snatch pen and paper and commit myself to the task of finishing the piece there in the wee hours of the morning.

But I’m not.

Rather, I’m artistically inclined to allow dabs of inspiration such as this one to marinade for a while, to sink in, take root and settle in my sub-conscious and conscious creative capacities.

Meaning, I just go back to sleep.

Nonetheless, the line did persist and a poem did evolve. Whether my patience and ability to let the work (and myself)  rest for a bit and not jump the gun, to to speak, worked or whether it appears I totally missed the bus on whatever brilliant inspiration I may or may not have had at that ungodly hour, well…that’s for you to decide.

Have at it:

Hurriedly she speaks

like the chatter of a mouse atop the hat of a chef

like Moses in his basket, floating down the river

when the world was young, was beautiful, threatening and outside

            there is cooking to be done, meals to be made

            a life to lead, people to save

but for now sleep comes easy and conversation is lite


So the baby does not cry for fear of discovery

and the words are jumbled together lest

what is spoken in dreams becomes a recipe for life

and the parting of the Red Sea be not a miracle

but a pathway to the conundrum of normality

© BTC 2014

4 thoughts on “Sleep Talking

  1. I really like the poem, until the last the line — normality is an enormous abstraction, which is hard to wrap my head around, and it’s very subjective…might have ended it at recipe for life…I see the symmetry your were going for, but the I guess images would work better than abstractions there…otherwise an excellent excellent poem.

    1. Thanks so much for your feedback. I mean it when I say that it is incredibly helpful. I agree that abstractions can detract from the message of the poem. I find true art (and aim for it, though I’m not there yet) in the ability to make abstractions concrete images. Good poetry accomplishes that for me.

      So thanks for your feedback and readership. It’s much appreciated and I’ll take it with me back to the drawing board!

  2. One small request. Any chance you can write a poem based on something that Mollie has said in her sleep? I can do the same, and then we can analze the similarities and differences of Mollie’s sleep talking habits before and after marriage 😉

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