He awoke anxious, fighting
morning dream amnesia again.
There was writing in the notebook
he kept by the bed, feeble attempt
to capture the nights imaginings —
something to examine by early
light to make sense of primitive
images and urges —
scribblings, random notes,
sketches…..
multiple recurring volcano scenes,
eruptions,
lava flowing
charting chess moves, always
ending with black knight takes
white rook
arbitrary margin drawings that
resemble cherry bunches —
what-the-hell, he hated cherries —
click … click … click
repeated on the page,
causing him to see the gun,
hammer falling,
failing to discharge
Nonsensical delusions of a
sleep addled mind, coffee
was needed.
She handed him the latte
over the counter and smiled —
third time this week —
as their hands touched,
he smiled back,
realizing that
sometimes
dreams have meaning.
Another challenging group of words for Shawna’s Monday Melting. Check them out and play along.
Awakened Words 
Unexpectedly romantic. I had feared a horror story!
always a strong possibility when using Shawna’s words. 🙂
she will be disappointed no one died.
Oh my. My cheeks look like cherries at the moment.
Clever title. I don’t know that I would call this romantic, but perhaps erotic. I like that it was her touch and smile that woke him up rather than the coffee. 🙂 Great use of visual tools like spacing and italics. Very clean and easy to follow.
These are my favorites:
“ending with black knight takes white rook”
“realizing that sometimes dreams have meaning”
You really got me with that giant pair of cherries at the end. I was not expecting it when I scrolled down. 🙂 And this time, I’m okay with no one dying. Maybe next time, though.
Needed something lighthearted after ending yesterday with that ‘depression’ prompt. This fit the bill. 😀
Very clever write and, sensual ending, Made me smile.
An ending that hopeless romantics (such as me) can appreciate..
Awesome read , to come with this story with words I found difficult. Show the genius in you.
“morning dream amnesia” – so true, so true – it’s so hard to catch those dreams.
Nice job, though, weaving his journal with that final line (and photo)! Was not expecting that positive ending – I don’t know why – I guess the dream journal just seemed so ominous at first glance!
NIcely done. I love the, what I’ll call, Action stanzas, the ones to the right. Just loved em. Thanks
This poem is an embrace.
OH! What a great turn at the end. I love this. Excellent, excellent work.
Oh, excellent!
Fun write. I have tried to capture dreams. But sometimes I think it is better to have amnesia for nightmares! Your title is prophetic as in sometimes we don’t know that we are in our own way when it comes to the clarity of seeing something.
I’ve added to my latest story verse set here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/05/sea-escape-4-for-monday-melting-16.html
Great use of the prompt words here, sir; hardly noticed them.
And what fun to use both a writer’s notebook, and loner’s
romantic fantasies to such great aplomb. For some reason,
I thought of testicles when I saw the two cherries.