I sleep under clouds
those oppressive moments
return in different shapes
different stories with
the same characters
and labyrinthine traps
I can’t
escape
Each path returns
to the same spot
where cruelty smirks
The alarm rings
-releases me
from the darkness
of my subconscious
-to face the dawn
to place my life
in fertile soil
to blossom
afresh
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Very resonant, and vivid. Well done!
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Thank you so much!
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Your poem resonates with me, Reena, I’ve had similar labyrinth dreams, the ‘different stories with the same characters’ and always returning to the same spot. Maybe that’s why I’m a morning person, relieved to ‘place my life ‘in fertile soil to blossom afresh’.
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Thank you for resonating, Kim!
Dreams also tell us about people and situations we don’t want to think about, but subconsciously we never forget them.
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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Those myths about the hero who rescues something from the underworld, or those who harrow hell performing Labors — the Labyrinth must have been such a dream interpretation, one which must define what is to be achieved when we dream … the harrowed becoming fertile morning soil …
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That is such a beautiful description of the subconscious process. Thank you, Brendan!
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This is gorgeously encapsulated, Reena. I love the portrayal of inner turmoil, the tension and the blossoming of hope at the end. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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I know the dark labyrinths of dreams all too well… blessed it is to be awake.
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It feels like all the monsters and memories strike while we are asleep.
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The shape of this poem! I first saw it as a mortar falling out of the sky. Then I wondered if it might be a bud vase holding the fresh blossoms of life.
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Wow! I love to see how you flipped mindsets 🤗
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Each day is a new beginning. Each moment. Thank you, Reena!
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Thank you, Melissa!
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This poem is beautifully haunting and deeply resonant. I love how you capture the cyclical nature of struggle and inner turmoil with such vivid imagery—clouds, labyrinths, and smirking cruelty all evoke a sense of entrapment that feels palpable. And yet, the ending lifts the spirit with hope and renewal, turning darkness into fertile soil for growth. The contrast between the oppressive night and the blossoming dawn makes the poem both powerful and profoundly human. Truly moving work.
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Thank you so much, Vermaji!
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So good my friend
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Thank you so much! Glad you could relate to it.
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You’re welcome my friend
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