between worlds
by Elouise
drifting away
her mind hovers
between worlds
a spectator unwilling
she rests on her bed
captive to images
of a dying day
a silent cacophony of
bizarre semi-reality
emerges into
semi-conscious
scenarios never
seen again
precursors of sleep
they swarm
in disarray
bits and pieces
of the day
descending
into unconscious
oblivion
***
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 March 2017
Photo found at raisa-b-h.blogspot.com
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Swarm
Telling the Truth 
I love this post Elouise, it speaks to me, knowing this feeling all too often ❤ ready for a nap now ❤
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🙂 zzzzzzzz…………………
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hubby has the perky mexican/spanish polka sounding music on, it’s helping….he’s grating taters for tater pancakes ❤
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an array of beautiful words…
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Thank you kindly! 😊
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my pleasure….regards…
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A silent cacophony; isn’t that an oxymoron? Told you I don’t understand poetry.
I have a continuous cacophony, beating around inside my head, 24 hours a day, those damned cicadas will not quit or let up!
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I’m sure it is, and plead poetic license. Besides, these often clashing bits of consciousness never make a sound. 😱 They just come into view as though floating through my mind and disappear the moment I go to sleep. 😴 Cicadas, huh? I know the sound, though I’m not yet tormented by them.
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Lovely!!
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Thanks, Nancy!
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