Nightmares

Last week, my friend and fellow poet Henry Clemmons posted a poem about nightmares. This afternoon when I sat down to write his poem was still in my head, so I thought I’d run with it. Thanks Henry; and please, poets, send your week’s thoughts to dVerse OpenLinkNight!

Nightmares
The night-fears return,
a little green man
with clicking teeth
and omnipotent eyes,
fingers pungent red
gripping a corner, any corner,
leveraging a feline pounce
to send me running,
running, I cannot see
my unsteady footfall
pounding on
and on —
terror, stale-tasting
like motionless basement air,
and if it weren’t for nightmares
we’d want to close our eyes
and sleep all

the live-long day.

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36 thoughts on “Nightmares

  1. fadinghennaink says:

    “leveraging a feline pounce” … I like this line. And this:

    “terror, stale-tasting
    like motionless basement air”

    And isn't the ending the truth?

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  2. I wouldn't mind sleeping all the live-long day….even with a nightmare or two. but they definitely do make it harder to return to peaceful slumber. and I might miss reading all this wonderful poetry that spills put into cyberspace.

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  3. leveraging a feline pounce:
    really delivers on fulcrum, fear and motion.
    the whole has an air of tension
    which is vital and sustains the energy,
    awarding that essential
    creep and claustrophobia
    gripping the attention . . .
    and throat.

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  4. this made me remember some of the night fears of my youth..luckily i very seldom have night mares nowadays..the motionless basement air grabbed me most here as it comes with a scent..

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  5. a little green man with clicking teeth…now that would scare me… a great description of nightmares…must say have had my share of late hoping I don't see any green men this evening! 🙂

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  6. Thanks Mary, this character actually was a constant feature of my childhood nightmares. Funny how vivid dreams can stay with you over the years.

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  7. Thanks Grace, strange details and associations in dreams are fascinating. The human mind is a funhouse and haunted house all rolled into one!

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  8. I've been chased in my dreams all of my life. Night terrors where screams won't come out no matter how hard I try. I hope the green man doesn't step forward tonight. Well written 🙂

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