Dead Asleep
Every night
my bed
is like a coffin
my body lies dead
asleep
in wait for my demise.
Daylight puddles
near the windowpane
spilling
into the room
splashing
over my face
caught
in a death mask.
Seconds pass
my face
softens
awareness returns
with random thoughts
cobwebs of dreams
swept clean
my eyes
open.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Sleep is so much like death, I often think about it.
The artwork, A Matter Of Life And Death by Fay Collins is the prompt for today at dVerse~Poets Pub.
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Bekkie, I had a dream like this during a nap this afternoon. It hasn’t stopped haunting me. Your poem is especially meaningful.
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That is so cool, Sarah! Thank you!
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Oooh… You made me look at that painting in a new way! The image of the death mask is a strong one. Nicely done!
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Thank you, Jilly! I love Fay’s art and writing about photos or art. It’s one of my favorite types of prompts. Hugs!
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That sleeping slipping into death can be a nightmare ~ Good thing you are awakened by daylight~
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For sure, Grace! Hugs!
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Nice description using “daylight puddles”.
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Thank you, Frank!
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I particularly like the puddling daylight and the cobweb dreams. The image became an angel’s wing as I read your poem.
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That is awesome, Sarah! Hugs!
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My sleep is too many dreams… sometimes I almost wish I would sleep better.
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Too much REM can be a problem. I made changes in my life to get quality sleep and it paid off. Age changes our sleep too.
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I quite agree that sleep is like death. You describe it eloquently 😊
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Thank you, Vivian!
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😊
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