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Strange Dreams and Poetry Compilations

sleepyI stayed up much too late last night going through 200+ poems. I had to read through them, make edits if needed-and believe me, some of my older work needed tweaking-and then move them into the compilation folder to go through each one later to see which one will make the cut. I’m going to create the sections next and then, after my elves have chosen which poems are worthy (visions of Wayne’s World just flashed before my eyes-can’t you just picture pages of poetry pulling a Wayne and Garth?No? Maybe it’s just me then.), I will move them into the appropriate sections. After that, but always in my mind, is artwork. I have no idea what I want to do in this regard. I think I’d just like simple sketches in black and white but I’m not completely sure. I do not draw so doing it myself is out of the question. And, where this is concerned, I’m finding myself being rather particular about it. This is the work of half a lifetime, you know? I want it to be the best I can make it because it’s not for me. All these poems, all this work…it’s all been for my kids and my family and friends and people who might need to hear a voice they can identify with. When I was 17 years old I knew I wanted to write and publish a book of poetry if only for the kids I’d have in the future. My kids were my inspiration before they were ever focused thoughts. And my family…well, who else have been my biggest supporters? Well, besides Denise, but she’s a special case. πŸ˜‰

Now, I don’t know about you, but whenever I spend a certain amount of time and effort with something that takes up a lot of brain space I find I dream about it. And I have some pretty strange dreams to begin with so giving them a focus tends to not help. Last night was a case in point. Having worked on the compilation for the last 24 hours and thinking about it for the last week, I ended up dreaming about poetry last night. In the dream I was writing and working on the compilation but then I found myself looking up from writing to find myself in a high school classroom and I was giving a talk to these teens about poetry. Not so odd, really, I guess, except that I had the kids’ attention and they were listening. Definitely odd. I do remember waking up thinking “yeah, right, that’s gonna happen” and then I went back to sleep. And that’s when I had this sort of Alice in Wonderland dream sort of. I had shrunk to the size of a mouse and I was standing on my compilation folder. I had to go through each page of poetry and physically edit by ripping and taping and, well, it was a mess. I woke up and found myself trapped by blankets and Tornado and kittens and, let’s just say I was happy to discover it was time to get up. Have you ever had any dreams about something you were working on?


Well, I’m going to go grab some more tea and get some caffeine in these sluggish veins of mine so I can begin cleaning up for Jack’s birthday tomorrow. I’ll see you all on the dark side!

xo Jesi

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at

6 Replies to “Strange Dreams and Poetry Compilations

  1. Fancy that! I can totally picture you as a writer in residence sort of person, talking to kids of all ages about the wonders of poetry and inspiring life-long poets. You go girl!
    Aside from that, good luck with the Birthday party… It’s always mixed feelings about these, isn’t it? We love them and love to make our kids happy, but it’s so much work too, more than we care to admit!

    1. Writer in Residence has a great ring to it. Actually, I have been having several dreams lately where I’m speaking to large groups of people about poetry and writing, which is ironic because I have a huge fear of speaking in front of people. This one is just the latest one. The previous one was completely brought on by the conversation we had about 50 Shades of Grey (which I bought over the weekend by the way πŸ˜‰ ) and in it I was at some speaking conference in NYC and my “lecture” was about sex in poetry and how some of the poems most women think are romantic are rather naughty. And then I gave writing tips about how to write it. LOL! Yeah, I’m obviously open to suggestion subconsciously.
      I love parties. I just hate the cleaning up before and after. LOL. This one is just a small dinner party with my neighbors (Jack loves them!) but it’s the first time we’ve had them over for dinner so you just know everything has to be perfect to my standards which are high for me to begin with. I managed to get some of it done but all of the Christmas decor is still out because things have just been busy lately. Le sigh.

      1. If you did the writer in residence with primary age children, it wouldn’t be huge groups. And you already know how to approach these kids and what to do to grab their interest. Just think of it as rounding up a rowdy birthday party!
        I would totally go to a lecture of yours (if I lived closer, obviously!) about sex in poetry πŸ˜‰
        I am very conscious that there is a lot of double entendre in poetry. There are great poems here that seem innocuous enough, and when you look at the first letters… Hmmm πŸ˜‰
        I’m like you. I love parties, I just hate the cleaning up before and after. The good thing to remember is: you have extra sets of hands. Use them πŸ˜‰
        I understand completely what you’re saying with having people over for the first time. I used to be like you. Now I’m thinking: I will do my best, but I won’t break my back or worry too much about it. If they don’t like what they see, then they don’t need to come back. I guess a stay in a psychiatric hospital makes you take a deep hard look at your priorities :-/

        Good luck, enjoy and all that!

        1. Hahahaha…primary kids…I have trouble with Tornado and he’s 3…think I’d rather have smartass teens. At least I can relate. LOL
          Robert Herrick, Byron, and Shelley…all’s I’m gonna say…especially Herrick. And please, we all know Cummings. πŸ˜‰ Actually, I think that particular lecture could be quite fun to do.
          I don’t normally worry so much about the cleaning up, but its “The Neighbors” lol. Plus, I’ve been doing little bits the past few days. And I’m only doing the downstairs…no one allowed upstairs that’s not family without permission. πŸ™‚
          Sweetie, you need to just start emailing me. πŸ™‚

          1. Remeber that, as an artist in residence, you don’t have to worry about them behaving, the teachers are there for that. But if you start teaching teens about the wonders of Herrick and Cummings, you may want to double check with the head of school first πŸ˜‰
            You need to remember that English is not my first language and that I never took litterature classes. I’m more of the nerdy scientist type πŸ˜‰
            So no, I don’t know about Cummings πŸ™‚
            I would REALLY enjoy that particular lecture πŸ™‚
            I know exactly what you mean about the clean up. I used to do the same. I still do, but now my older kids are more worried than I am. I guess I did it more because my ex insisted on it, so now I am reverting to less drastic measures πŸ™‚
            What is your email address? πŸ˜€

            1. Go look up May I Feel by Cummings. Makes me smile every time. I was the English nerd (and history) but I LOVED Biology and took to it like I did English. And I am truly jealous of anyone who is a science nerd because I struggled with it and math.
              I’m going to spell out my email addy so I don’t get spammed. Just put in the appropriate symbols. It’s peaseblossymATgmailDOTcom. πŸ™‚

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