This Thursday I wrote a free verse describing a night-terror I had no more than two weeks ago.
For as long as I can remember I've had unsettling sleep habits from sleep-paralysis to night terrors. I always remember my dreams, so here's the experience through words of this one.
as always send me your poetry if you'd like to be posted on Poetry Thursday and I'll feature it.
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The Nucleus By: Steve Jegger
At the time I didn’t grasp I was opening my eyes from the
inside,
Since somehow I felt alive among this unmerited chaos,
But I didn’t know the source of this beam of tangerine light that was nudging through my curtain,
The atmosphere should not be the colour synonymous with fire and my stomach shouldn’t be this unsettled,
I made my way to the front door to stamp reality onto this feeling,
I don’t recall taking any paces towards the door,
But I remember the nerve-racking journey down my hallway to it,
As the tinted glass was shining orange and illuminated,
Maybe I had no legs at all because I don’t recollect them being in attendance,
My choice of transportation must have been mental energy,
I toured out onto my front porch to a surge of heat and dynamism,
Like stepping into a sauna that was overstraining its potential,
Warmth that penetrates your core before your senses have a chance to catch up,
My familiar neighbourhood was there but all the accompaniments were not,
No automobiles in my neighbour’s driveway or anywhere,
No street lights that would normally irradiate the sidewalk,
No trees, shrubs, or flowers that my neighbours had planted,
Just pristine homes, clean and abandoned as they were originally when I watched them erected as a boy,
The lawn’s vibrancy was like nothing I had ever set witness to,
A deeper shade of green than my eyes knew how to process,
It was though the tangerine engulfed sky had graced it with an overload of chlorophyll,
Mutating the lawn and exceeding the capabilities that nature permitted it,
This was all before I looked up,
The real purpose I was out here for anyways,
As I looked up to the sky I saw hundreds of jetliners and passenger planes,
All thundering above me no more than a few hundred feet,
I could only hear the marvellous crash of the jet stream if I focused on them,
Otherwise it was an uncomfortable mute in my head,
The pandemonium became a choice to hear an eerie silence, or an earth shattering exhaust,
These planes flew in a circular orbit like an electron circling an invisible nucleus,
All flying in perfect circles aplenty,
Some were upside down, some sideways, some upright,
But all flew the same path repeatedly as if they were trapped or drawn on this course.
I decided to stare at the one that orbited closest to my sight,
So the roar of the engine could battle with my ears for familiarity or submission,
The noise was forcing my thoughts to scramble and turning my mind abstract,
Once I finally thought I was grasping the situation that was unexplainable, yet before me,
Since somehow I felt alive among this unmerited chaos,
But I didn’t know the source of this beam of tangerine light that was nudging through my curtain,
The atmosphere should not be the colour synonymous with fire and my stomach shouldn’t be this unsettled,
I made my way to the front door to stamp reality onto this feeling,
I don’t recall taking any paces towards the door,
But I remember the nerve-racking journey down my hallway to it,
As the tinted glass was shining orange and illuminated,
Maybe I had no legs at all because I don’t recollect them being in attendance,
My choice of transportation must have been mental energy,
I toured out onto my front porch to a surge of heat and dynamism,
Like stepping into a sauna that was overstraining its potential,
Warmth that penetrates your core before your senses have a chance to catch up,
My familiar neighbourhood was there but all the accompaniments were not,
No automobiles in my neighbour’s driveway or anywhere,
No street lights that would normally irradiate the sidewalk,
No trees, shrubs, or flowers that my neighbours had planted,
Just pristine homes, clean and abandoned as they were originally when I watched them erected as a boy,
The lawn’s vibrancy was like nothing I had ever set witness to,
A deeper shade of green than my eyes knew how to process,
It was though the tangerine engulfed sky had graced it with an overload of chlorophyll,
Mutating the lawn and exceeding the capabilities that nature permitted it,
This was all before I looked up,
The real purpose I was out here for anyways,
As I looked up to the sky I saw hundreds of jetliners and passenger planes,
All thundering above me no more than a few hundred feet,
I could only hear the marvellous crash of the jet stream if I focused on them,
Otherwise it was an uncomfortable mute in my head,
The pandemonium became a choice to hear an eerie silence, or an earth shattering exhaust,
These planes flew in a circular orbit like an electron circling an invisible nucleus,
All flying in perfect circles aplenty,
Some were upside down, some sideways, some upright,
But all flew the same path repeatedly as if they were trapped or drawn on this course.
I decided to stare at the one that orbited closest to my sight,
So the roar of the engine could battle with my ears for familiarity or submission,
The noise was forcing my thoughts to scramble and turning my mind abstract,
Once I finally thought I was grasping the situation that was unexplainable, yet before me,
I woke up.
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