Dream poetry

I've been keeping a dream diary for over a year now. It's fun and enlightening but possibly a little bit useless. I thought about maybe publishing my dreams when I'm a prolific author instead of an autobiography - however, I've been told nobody wants to read pages and pages of fragmented scenes and incidents. Aw man.

Ever since I did Psychology in sixth form, I formed an interest in it and follow the tweets of a psychology website. One of the tweets recently directed me to this article. I'll wait a while if you want to skim-read it.

Done? Okay good, let's move on.


So here's what I took from that: I could totally use my dreams to make poetry. I've grown out of the phase of writing rants of emotion in verse and calling it poetry and am a little embarrassed by it, actually. But whatever, it's all a part of the learning process, right? And now I at least have random non-angsty poems like:

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Once in the future they met,
Following a winding path made of silver coins
Rolling, rolling towards the enclosure.
Rat-ruled and petrified, the wildlife were devoured
By rats and mice alike -
And the rats were huge.
Silver coins joined hands and grew,
Grew and merged and grew
Until, like chess, they became the hero:
A knight.
The two knew nothing of fear,
They travelled on to the centre where
The lake of the dead was waiting.

The floating corpses decaying.

Yeah, I know I have pretty screwed up dreams. I actually think it was a nightmare but it was in early January so the details are hazy.

I'm still bothered by the fact that I don't know how to write poetry using forms, since I feel like once I do learn it will help me bump up my skills to a MUCH higher level. I'm doing a creative writing module next year on my course so fingers crossed that will teach me all I need to know!