Knot-Dreaming

When I tuck in for the night.

I can’t fall into sleep
without my ankles crossed,
feet clenched like field birds:
hidden tense, twitching
under a grass blanket;
ready to burst forth to
anywhere but here.
At the other end of
my twisted rope of spine,
there sits a mind
just as knotted,
just as tense and twitchy,
waiting for something to trigger
its flight into an unknown place:
a hoped-for dream.
That escape never comes.
It’s always the same snarled darkness
until the alarm kicks us loose–
flushes us from cover like
a spaniel raising a covey of quail–
into another day of blind flight,
toward another night of
knot-dreaming.
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13 thoughts on “Knot-Dreaming

  1. Well, I'm hoping that you get a good old back rub from somewhere! I think that lack of sleep and being tense at night is one of the writers curses, muses seem to like whispering when the brain should be resting. Really liked the image of "knot dreaming" Joe, it's exactly what it feels like laying there with all those thoughts wading about!

  2. Damn. Your play on words is both lucid and harrowing and can take many meanings. Interesting how the rope is the spine—among many instances of natural imagery revealing suffering and hoped-for relief.

  3. Nice play on "knot". I used to dream about them when I was in my Macrame phase. I understand about tension too and the desire for flight in dreams. Well constructed and well said here. Very enjoyable piece. Thank you, Gay

  4. Direct, yet finely composed with clean clear lines and metaphors. Fine poem. I had a partner once who hated me to sleep with my ankles crossed–drove him nuts for some reason, but it was the only way I could sleep at the time–and (yes, it was all of that–tension/ugly mental macrame–as expressed in your piece.)

  5. You carried forth a true visual with your words, I even found myself trying to twist and loosen my back 😉 ~ "Another night of knot-dreaming" fantastic end! I really enjoyed this piece ~ Rose

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