Dream Deep

By T. D. Otis

A product of pencil-and-paper night writing, Dream Deep is a collection of poems based on recollected dreams.

In some cases, the images dreamt are expanded, and the dream serves as a seed from which the poem develops. But, in other cases, the entirety of the poem is wrought directly, so there's no need to expand or contract the imagery. Multiple themes emerge throughout this collection—themes such as fantasy, romance, horror, as well as threads of personal and philosophical ideology cropping up now and again.

A number of the works presented here were printed in an art/literature magazine, which was developed at the college that the author attended. These works include A Nightlight Pondering, The Thing in the Attic, and Fearless (a Triolet).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781684091171

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Dream Deep

T. D. Otis

Copyright © 2016 T. D. Otis

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2016

ISBN 978-1-68409-116-4 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68409-117-1 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

A Nightlight Pondering

One Nerveless Heart

Idle Love

Spirit Dream

Age-old Play

Warmest of Cold

The Angel

Poppy, Eglantine, and Forget-me-not

Dragonfly Ball

An Envelope of Time (a Sonnet)

A Moment Lost to Time

Lost Friendship

Clock

Breaking Uncertainty

Sapphire Heavens

Bellowserma Forest

Queen of Hideousness

Land Alights

Grayish Grove

Skyway Harborage

Castles in the Clouds (a Sonnet)

The Tabby of the Abbey

Welcoming Woods

Clayborne Trinity

Courage

Fearless (a Triolet)

Somber Perfection

Berry and Eye

Dim, Dark Forever

The Final Reality

My Hat

The Thing in the Attic

Gehenna’s Paradise

Darkness’ Manor

London (1894)

Dark Blue (a Sonnet)

Half-Moon Bay

Boxed

Like Me (a Sonnet)

Midnight Snacks

The Loneliest of Roads

Perpetual Poetics

Writer’s Block

Quotes and Quatrains

To my mother, Cindy, who taught me it’s okay to be a bit different.

And to my grandmother, Elsie, who made me sugar toast, and tea in my favorite cup.

"Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies [...]"

—Robert W. Chambers,

The King in Yellow (1895)

A Nightlight Pondering

I lie silently in bed

With pleasant pillow under head—

Exploring truths of a long lost eve—

Weaving with care what to, and not to, believe.

Thoughts float round the bed

Just waiting to be read—

Separate, they freely travel—

Waiting to be unraveled.

Following with my eyes

Till time arrives—

Till I must choose

Which ones to keep

And which ones to lose.

The others return back,

Back within my head

Where they