All Sense Evades

Myriad fragments glisten.
In the bare glare of bleached
sunlight flutters, my heart listens
for a meaning that cannot be reached.

In the bare glare of bleached
thoughts, wrung out like tea towels
for a meaning that cannot be reached,
I seek to add colour to their swells.

Thoughts, wrung out like tea towels,
Notions caught in the breeze – billowed.
I seek to add colour to their swells.
But all sense evades my pillow.

Notions caught in the breeze – billowed
sunlight flutters, my heart listens.
But all sense evades my pillow.
Myriad fragments glisten.

Linking to this week’s W3 Weave prompt on The Skeptic’s Kaddish (https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/09/14/w3-prompt-20-weave-written-weekly/). The poet of the week is Aditi Sharma, who has asked us to write a Pantoum poem;
The theme should be: Anything dreamy, something non-existent in the real world, or just about your real-life dreams.
The Pantoum seems a perfect form for playing over the undecipherable images and thoughts that come to us in sleep. Thank you Aditi for the challenge.

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