Para-amnesia

[asakiyume]

Para-amnesia

I woke, and even recognizing the room
Didn't know where I was
Even repeating my name
Didn't know who I was.
I wandered down a path
Familiar only as dreams are
Whose next turn I could not predict
Though when I found myself
At last at a seashore
Of round gray stones,
I nodded, sure
That this was my destination.

Comments

[b-oki.livejournal.com]

beautiful.

and what a better place to find oneself :)

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Your comment prompted me to reread the poem and make a little tweak. Thanks for reading!

[b-oki.livejournal.com]

love all your writings! thanks for sharing :)

i want to write more than haiku, but my time has been limited and i'm mentally exhausted. maybe i should just write about how i got this way! haha :))

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Your haiku were always beautiful, but now they're really stunning. Really, each one you write takes my breath away. You've really got the knack for capturing a small thing, the essence of it.

But I wish you could reclaim the energy you need for other writing, if you want it! ... I sometimes am too tired to work on stories by the end of the day, so I have an inkling of what you're experiencing. For me, I think it helps to do the writing earlier--but that's not always an option if work or other obligations interfere.

[b-oki.livejournal.com]

thank you for your kind words. i'm glad my haiku have touched you.

my mind gets so overloaded that i guess its easier for me to look outside my mind to capture a small thing than to look inside to capture deeper writing. not sure even that makes sense :)

a dream i had the other night has been on my mind. maybe i need to get that out in text?? i will give that a try. better than the housework i should be doing!

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Do try!

And I know what you mean about sensory/emotional overload. Me too. That's why I like talking in stories or in poetry rather than relate actual facts. Yeah, I completely empathize.