Pillows and sheets quietly left behind
When most others sleep soft unevenly
Now expanding into fleeting inventions
Spinal breathing into silent electric fields
Life beyond the weight of consequence
Escaping the battleground of the souls
Gatherings in the endless dream streams
Briefly united through the darkest hours
Beyond undiscovered universal systems
Where time becomes even more elastic
Making seconds and years and centuries
Movie shaking the living and the beyond
To belong to places that always existed
Nothing will appear intangible over there
Repeating visits retracing ourselves again
And finally waking up to our personalities
Faintly remembering language and duty
Locating the angles of another new day.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
NOMZI KUMALO 
So beautiful. I love the change of rhythm in the middle section.
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Thank you dear, for reminding me of this poem that I really love. It’s true, the middle section swells with energy. Brilliant. 😀
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Mingling dream state with being awake in what we usually describe as “reality” – can be blissful or disorienting.
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An interesting interpretation Annette. I would like to mention here also that “Night traveling” is my humble attempt to explore the subject of dreaming.
Thank you so much for taking the time out to see what I am working on. 🙂
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I hope I didn’t misinterpret, but what I wrote is what your writing inspired in me…there are so many ways to “dream”…
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There are so many ways to do so many things 🙂 And you have inspired a new poem about that Annette so thank you so very much for that. Have a fabulous week. 🙂
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Wow Nomzi…I just read this backwards… last line to first… on an intuitive impulse. Yup… just as I thought. You’re stretching out in time….
There’s that place where you’re just… there, deep in the night, no birds singing yet, waiting for light.
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Hello there j.h. white. That reminds me of how I used to turn my paintings upside down to get another perspective; find another avenue. Fabulous.
Dreaming and dreams; fascinating subjects indeed. Thank you so much for stopping by. 🙂
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This is so powerfully written, Nomzi. One image it conjured was a train roaring through the night, though more as a metaphor than a reality. The last line is a stunner.
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Thank you for that fantastic image of yours, that roaring train in the night. A miracle how the poem swells with energy and then comes together in the last line. The roaring train arrives at the station. If I may say so, I really love this poem of mine. 😀 I could really go on about this subject of dreaming. 🙂
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It is such a good poem, Nomzi. I love it too. You have a very special talent 🙂
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Thank you kindly Tish. Who knew. 😀
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