You tell me that I talk in my sleep.
Well so do you,
and both of us,
we sound insane.
Like crazy people
because you
swear like a sailor
and I-
well I write fiction.
Work it out.
The stuff we sprout in our sleep
is breakfast conversation,
and neither can quite believe
what the other one said.
Still aching from the rib jolting chuckling
muffled into duvet or pillow,
and desperately wishing,
we’d had a microphone.
It’s a good thing my fiancee doesn’t read this blog because he’s turning up a lot in the poems recently.
Tonight’s poetics prompt is ‘the sound of love’ and well, the only thing I can think of is the way that both my fiancee and I talk relentlessly in our sleep and both of us say some really weird stuff that amuses the other no end.
It’s not so bad if you’re being kept awake by the most ridiculous one sided conversation in existence.
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This is true. There was a song in the 80’s, Talking in Your Sleep, about secrets. Sounds like no secrets here! I am sure you both are greatly amused by the disjointed sentences and strange things.
Yeap. He had a whole conversation with someone about fixing a laptop once and sounded so down when they couldn’t fix it.
How funny!
A dialogue would be hilarious… almost like a play by Harold Pinter… what a great sound of love… and I can imagine how it feels laying next to someone swearing like a sailor…
It’s fairly amusing, especially when he tries to act ‘hard’ and threatens to knock some punks lights out. Normally he’d not say anything like that but in that particular dream… it’s was hilarious. He was being sooooo serious as well, it was adorable.
I just love this, especially:
“because you
swear like a sailor
and I-
well I write fiction.
Work it out.”
😉
That bit made me smile when I wrote it. I was sat there thinking, yeah, some of my readers know exactly what I mean
This made me chuckle – we do too!
Nice to hear we’re in good company
Hmm.. Sleep Song of Love..
that sounds like fun
particularly
when
it is
more than words..
sMILes and sweet
sleep SonGs of LovE..:)
Goodness that is lot of conversations and noise when one is sleeping.
Enjoyed this one Carol!
Thank you. It can be and it’s very confusing to wake up to at times but we both do it so I can’t complain.
This is simply delightful ❤️
Thank you. 🙂
Well, I just LOVE this!
That’s great to hear. Any bit in particular?
I love the humor and the truth in this – the breakfast conversation especially. This firt line drew me in.
awwww. you evoked love even without saying that word. ❤
Thank you. 🙂
Awwee that’s a very sweet scene. I, too, wished you both had microphones. 😀
Haha, I doubt we’d be allowed to roam the streets for too much longer if we had.
oh…smiling I am! Just love the ideas you’ve writ here. “The stuff we sprout in our sleep” — great words here.
Oh my — the idea of a microphone near our pillows — kind of like an apnea study but wonder if it would be different from the scientist’s side of the bed versus the poetic side of the bed? What’s your guess on that one?
Love this take on the prompt!
Thank you lillian. I’m glad you liked the poem.
I’ve had a microphone before, and the sleeper/talker still found it hard to believe. LOL I like this.
I’m not surprised. I’ve woken up during having a conversation with Sean while being half asleep and realised I sounded insane so panicked and went ‘never-mind, you don’t understand’ and rolled over to go back to sleep.
Those midnight “conversations” are very revealing and you’ve captured it well here, Carol. Wish for a microphone or a very good memory! 😉
Haha, yeah. There was one night where he said ‘We should kill her,’ and I did worry slightly, but it was all fine.
such a touching and unique take on the sounds of love – evidently it is food for thought and a well for words
It really is. 🙂 Thanks for commenting.
What a sweet moment between lovers. ❤
Glad you think so.
🙂
At least you’re both getting some fun out of it!
Indeed.
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