In My Sleep
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 03-13-2008
Age Rating: 10 to 127
My heart beats its well-guarded secrets
The blood in my legs like cooling-off steel
And my head like a screened-in pen
Feathers of sea gulls fly
I am one with all who take to the sea
From the mouth of the Mississippi river tonight
Along the brawling, noisy, New Orleans docks
Amid the bustle and competition
Sounds of warm-cool jazz, the smell of fish in the air
Clattering dice rolling across the deck of the ship
Spiked-fingers of wrought-iron fences around
Rusted statues stuck to the ground
Next to park benches where the homeless sleep
All that I touch falls apart in my hands
Like petrified rose-petal-ashes
Broken promises made in good faith
A sea-faring man crusted rusted by the salt sea
I am all of those scraps
That the wind randomly blows away
The day mist rises as The night fog sinks
The echo of a small bell sailing away
Through the frowning crest-fallen night
Leaving the stars overhead and nothing behind
From the mouth of the Mississippi river tonight
I am one with all who take to the sea
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I have been there. Not to imply that the meaning is, "been there, done that." I wouldn't insult anyone that way, especially not a talent such as yours. This writing brought me back, (took me back?) to other times and other places, all of which involved the sea, and crusted rusted things, smells and sounds, and thoughts of Arcadian journeys. Your writings continue to tug at my slipknots of emotional barricades. It'll be an interesting, continued struggle. Another rewarding experience, Rich. Thank you. ^^
Okay like from my point of view looking at the title its like supposed to be a dream.....but not sure....but if it is it sounds like half a nightmare like you're blaming yourself for something and therefore:
"All that i touch falls apart in my hands"
i really love all the words you've used and the way it fits togehter almost feel like take a vacation....and i like where u say ur one with all who take to the sea reminds me how i let ashes of my grandparents blow of into the wind and sea and how i felt they're where happy being free with the stuff they loved.... sorry carried away anyways good picee can be interpreted in many ways and here u have mine lol keep it up!