Thursday, August 02, 2007

Night Time Thoughts

I've stated before that I believe that we all have moments of clarity when the great morass of daily life clears and we suddenly can see things for what they truly are. The mist parts and in seeing the truth we become strong. These moments are sometimes accompanied with great surges of thought, feeling, or determination.

I had one of those moments last night as a I lay in bed. Something about laying in the darkness, with the sheets only partially covering me, and the overhead fan sending waves of air to brush my skin put my mind and heart traveling down the path to clarity. As I said, these moments are accompanied by different thoughts and feelings that have probably been bottled up or obscured for any length of time. I find at these times that the things that are truly important to me come to the forefront of my thought. I realize how grateful I should be for these things and people.

As I lay there many of thoughts took the form of a poem in my head. This happens frome time to time, and I almost never share them. Poems are a very personal form of art and expression. People get very judgemental with things like that and I tend not to want to expose my emotions to these criticisms. I have the utmost respect for those that are brave enough to do this. I find that I am just as judgemental as those I fear, but I credit the individual for being strong enough to put it out there. So it with hesitancy and trepidation that I share with you the poem that flooded my thoughts as I lay in bed last night. If you feel that you will not be able to read it without caustic sentiment or simply don't want to see this side of me then by all means do not proceed.

Epiphany
I know that you are not good for me.
You are a desire
And yet you flood my mind.
I dream of embracing you.
That moment when my lips make contact
and the universe explodes.
Even though you are not here
I imagine your essence and
your scent seems to linger in the air.
The wait for morning is agony.
I long for the time when I can reach out and make contact.
I know that I am not the only one who has eyes for you.
Louche contemplations.
There are others who will get to you before me.
I've come to grips with that,
But I cannot deny what I know in my heart.
I need you.
And so I will stand in line if need be.
I will wait for my opportunity.
And when that time comes and
Those quizzical eyes turn to me.
My stomach will churn with anticipation and
I will proudly announce to the world
That I will wait no longer for you
Meatball Sub.

17 comments:

Q said...

You are my hero...

Tera said...

Ninjas and bunnies are (orgasmic) to Susan...

as this post is...to Tera!

Now let's get back to the part where you lay there half covered with the sheet...and the fan...and the...well, you know!

Dagromm said...

Q - Thank you. I'm glad that you can accept this side of me.

Tera - I want you to know that there is not one part of this post that isn't 100% true. Honesty is too important to me.

Cyber D said...

Dags, I'm glad you said what so many of us are unable to admit.

Dagromm said...

Cyber D - If my actions can inspire others then my life has been worthwhile.

Churlita said...

Food is love, Dagromm. Food is love.

Dagromm said...

Churlita - If meatballs be the food of love then play on. Play on.

Susan said...

Wow Tera...you know me all so well so quickly.

NoRegrets said...

That's hoa(g)kie.

Dagromm said...

Susan - Y'know I went to ninja school for three semesters. I dropped out, because it's too political.

Nore - I hate myself for thinking that was funny, but I do.

Kofi said...

I get random moments of inspiration right before/right after sleeping too. I wish my mind always could operate that way... but it's all too fleeting.

Gyuss Baaltar said...

I'm shocked that you've revealed our secret name.

-MS

Dagromm said...

Kofi - All to fleeting. I've on more than one occasion wished that I had a notebook near the bed to write down the ideas that I get. It wouldn't matter though because I wouldn't be able to reach them with the restraints on.

Gyuss - I believe that you are getting confused with All in the Family, Meathead!

heather said...

oh this is brilliant dags!

was your next poem dedicated to rolaids?

indecent considerations indeed lol i'm sure mrs dags just ~loves~ this side of you.

sure you threw on a funny twist at the end, but it is a very nice poem.

Dagromm said...

Heather - Glad you liked it. It's hard for me to write a poem that doesn't rhyme, but that's the way the inspiration took me this time.

heather said...

i have the same problem. i start off ok but it soon devolves into a horrible, cheap knock off of dr suess half the time. only not nearly as witty or sensical.

Dagromm said...

Heather - Yeah, I've got some pretty basic rhyming schemes. I need to make my mind work on some others.