My Samurai

Under Windsor Bridge, 1912, by Adolphe Valette

My Samurai

You’re keening in your sleep again.
The last time, I caressed your shoulder,
and your eyes flew open in terror.
Tonight I shift around gracelessly,
hoping that the motion
sends you to a happy place –
away from the fog and horror
that inhabit your dreams.

In the morning I ask:
“Was it a katana or
your fists this time?”
And I wonder,
not for the first time,
why I dream of strange
houses with many rooms
and you dream of fighting
to stay alive.

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Comments

  1. Dana. you are really quite good at this.

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  2. Your poem is quite thought provoking. I enjoyed reading it.

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  3. oh we could have a field day deciphering those dreams...smiles...ha...intriguing...def real...

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  4. It's amazing what battles take place in our sleep. Wandering a house with many rooms can be just as frightening if you're feeling lost.

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  5. Excellent! (I had to look up "katana.")

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  6. A fine little story, nicely told...

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  7. You do - you have a lovely gentle touch.
    x

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  8. The figure in the image does remind one of a Samurai in lacquered armor, as out of place under the Windsor bridge as I often am in my dreams. My elbow hurts this morning, so I'm suspecting it was the espada ropera last night...or perhaps the pirate cutlass :-)

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  9. Hi there! Sword vs. fists ~ I'll take your decorating dilemma any night! Good to know you and your hip are doing well.

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  10. Sending love. Daylight realities are difficult enough to deal with. xoxo
    You are so expressively brilliant writing poems, Bug. =D

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  11. If only I knew ahead of time when I needed to have a sword for my dream! Great write!

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  12. My most frequent dream scenario finds me wondering through a house. Sometimes it's a house I've lived in before, sometimes it's an old house that I've never seen before, but never a new house that's in good condition. I looked it up once. A house in your dreams refers to different parts of Self. The condition of the house has meaning also.
    My houses are always in need of repair, but I always feel that I can get them back in shape if I put some effort into it. :) Here's a link.

    http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamthemes/house.htm

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  13. Very evocative. And lovely, as usual.

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  14. Hey Bug, sometimes when my cat is asleep she jerks around, as lost in some mortal combat with her pret, her claws like Katanas. So i really enjoyed this, mate, thanks

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  15. Strange houses with many rooms....I have recurring dreams about that off and on and have always wondered what it could mean. Nice poem Dana!

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  16. The world of dreams...; I usually dream of a long corridor with a train coming to me, unable to move, but I wake up in time!
    I enjoyed your poem very much.
    Thanks for sharing.
    :)

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