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08/26 Where the Wild Thoughts Sleep

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Where The Wild Thoughts Sleep

 

In between breaths is where the wild thoughts sleep,

In the " threshold of revelation," they rest, before taking any leap.

For wild thoughts don't live in this dimension,

They are "such stuff as dreams are made of."

Their untamed nature brings all things strange and magical, of sorts,

To the doors of perception's front porch

These feral concepts seem to be in some kind of perpetualally colorful motion, even at rest;

Sometimes, they stay put and never manifest.

The world may choose to imagine what's impossible can become factual,

But, wild thoughts, while in their liminal rest stop, can seem so still, at certain angles,

As if they were filled with nothing but somnambulant potential

These frenzied ideas can not really be controlled.

They often appear to live in a mind all their own.

They creep up on you, inside your throbbing head, in that moment of decision, 

And they haunt you, after the fact, making your belly ache with doubt, about your choice of action.

Wild thoughts don't have a home in the heart or soul.

Wild thoughts don't reside in the mind, though, it might seem so.

Wild thoughts have a space that is all their own,

In the in between moments, where they come into being and are free to roam.

You might, sometimes, meet them dancing in your dreams,

Or changing colors inside all the secrets you keep, 

For, wild thoughts only live in the pause between each breath you breathe,

And, no matter how deep, they never, actually, really sleep.

— Cathleen Reeves (wisecrone2011), Aug 01, 2026

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Sacramento CA USA, USA

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The central conceit is the strongest element here: locating wild thoughts in the liminal space between breaths, rather than in the heart, soul, or mind, gives the poem a clear and distinctive organizing idea. The stanza that names those three familiar dwelling-places only to reject them in favor of "the in between moments" does real work, because it earns the poem's premise by contrast, and the return to the breath in the closing lines gives the whole piece a satisfying circularity.

The poem's most concrete and effective moment comes when the wild thoughts "creep up on you, inside your throbbing head, in that moment of decision, / And they haunt you, after the fact, making your belly ache with doubt." Here the abstraction of "wild thoughts" briefly takes on a physical, bodily reality, and the poem is more alive for it. This is a useful model for the rest of the piece, much of which stays at the level of statement about the thoughts rather than dramatizing them.

Where the poem could grow is in its reliance on borrowed and quoted phrases. "Threshold of revelation," "such stuff as dreams are made of," and "doors of perception" are all set in quotation marks or lifted from Shakespeare and Huxley, and stacking them within the first few lines means the poem's own voice competes with several louder ones. The idea would carry more force if it were rendered in the poem's own images. One approach would be to keep at most one of these allusions and replace the others with something the speaker observes directly.

A related point concerns repetition. The phrase "wild thoughts" recurs many times, and the anaphora of the "Wild thoughts don't... / Wild thoughts have..." stanza is deliberate and works. Elsewhere, though, the repetition reads less as design than as default, and the closing "they never, actually, really sleep" leans on three near-synonymous qualifiers where one firmer word would land harder.

On the level of finish, a few slips interrupt the reading: "perpetualally," "filIed" with a capital I mid-word, and "somambulant" for somnambulant. The rhythm is also uneven, with some lines short and others sprawling well past the pattern the rhymes set up, which makes the rhyme feel occasional rather than structural. Deciding whether the poem wants a loose free verse or a committed rhyming shape, and then pruning the longest lines toward that decision, would sharpen the form considerably.

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