Awake??

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 25 Feb 2025
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15 comments
 

Sleepwalking through life
dreaming, beaming,
mind disengaged
from vigilance estranged
no care to prepare
for possibilities
or notice, heed the needs
of those around.
eyes closed or dazzled,
too busy to think
ears filled with beat or muzak
pits unseen
fall or sink
unready
unsteady
no consultation
consideration
of warnings or
information.

[IP:Sleepwalking]

 

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Comments

Submitted by D G Moody on

Spot On Rhiannon! We are passed every morning by a straggle of commuters heading for the guided bus stop; either with ear phones in or looking at their phones. Then out of the village walking our dog we get passed by joggers with ear phones in; and they are all missing the world around them!!!

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks! The missing of the visual delights of the walk seems like a picture of living in a blinkered way using anything - music, busyness, keeping in the throng etc - to blot out thought and care for issues and people in life, and knowing where we're heading, and real prayer. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by celticman on

sounds like my average day. sleepwalking. 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Can be an escapism, can't it?! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thanks for the cherries. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Found myself talking in my sleep lately, not sure but it sounds like that. Hope not giving secrets away! Used to gnash my teeth a lot. Sober now but when we were drinking sometimes got up in the middle of the night and did it in the broom cupboard or garbish can. Actually it's common this mistake.

"No consultation consideration of warnings or information" but often very misleading, but what can you really do in anycase? Better off in bliss of ignornce perhaps?

Cheers! Keep well! Tom

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Advice and information has to be weighed up and the source considered, and trusted friends can advise. And of course the Bible scriptures give much advice which by many is ignored. And of course pride ignores cautionary words of wisdom. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Indeed

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

You make such good points here, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Di. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

it makes me sad and scared for us, that children grow up now never hearing birds or wind in trees, only the hostile man-made sounds from which it is um natural to seek escape. How much human interaction must be lost, too. Your poem goes so well with Schubert's piece, how we seem on purpose to be shutting off the possibility of seeing signs of danger, both immediate and more widely

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Yes, Dougie pointed out above the two sides of cutting out sounds and sights around and as you say, interaction, as well as shutting out one's mind to important preparation and help. We've spoken before about parent-child eye contact being lost as Mums' eyes are on their screen even as they talk to their children often. Different aspects of sleepwalking in life. Sad. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Sleepwalking whilst awake. I think we're all a little guilty of that these days, though some more than others. 

I'll never forget my daily commutes into London when I was something in the city. I moved house while I was working there and one evening I arrived at the underground station near to the old house before I realised that my robotic mind had put me on the wrong train.

I dread to think of how I would cope (or not) with commuting these days.

Turlough

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

yes, thanks, there's the obvious day-dream times like that, and the more serioius shutting out of necessary thought and care.

When we moved into this house, which has a granny annexe (been used in various ways since the days of in-laws using!) the house had been used for a couple giving rooms to foreign young students come over to learn English at a private school fairly near. As we were sat at the table tea-time, a young lad (Asian I think, or Chinese) walked in with glazed eyes, and stared at us us in amazement. His host family now lived a short way down the road, so he was soon on his way, a bit more awake! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Brilliant! laugh

Turlough