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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Souvenirs From Dreams

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She believed
She believed with all the faith
her tender five year-old soul could hold
More than she believed in God
More than Heaven
More than even her own name
She believed
that dreaming and waking
were just different rooms
in the same house
She believed
boundaries were permeable
She could travel thresholds
of unconscious to conscious
like she traversed bedroom to kitchen
and back
She believed
if she really tried
she could return from her dreams
with some souvenir
like when she returned to her room
with a cookie from the cupboard
She believed this so strongly
that each night she would try to grasp some trinket
from dreaming
and wake with it in her hand
But each morning she awoke 
empty handed
her dream object faint and 
fading into the evasive penumbra of night
a  beautiful shell she tried to snatch from the ocean
just as a huge wave washed her under
She would finally stand
gripping nothing
but sand.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Memories and Magic



image from cover of "The Ocean At the End of the Lane"

Go the pond
At the end of the lane
Think of the girl
Remember again

Standing inside
The green fairy ring
Nothing can hurt you
Forget everything

Marble of glass
Soldier of tin
Swallow the ocean
Breath it all in

Fight with the monsters
The sheets from your bed
Nightmares of grown-ups
Take root in your head

Childhood demons
Tore you apart
Banished, but still
Left a hole in your heart.

(inspired by Neil Gaimon's new book, The Ocean At the End of the Lane)

Monday, November 26, 2012

Web of Dreams

Doll by Emma Whitlock



Each night
I part the curtain that separates
Reality from dream
Stepping through I
Become
Symbol archetype meaning metaphor
I lose concreteness
Skin bone blood  
Ephemeral things
Mutable
Climbing through windows of myth
Drifting on currents of time
I meet myself
In sweet moments of lucidity
Then become lost in a labyrinth
Of consciousness
A Minotaur trapped
In my own mind's maze
Struggling to break free
Then
Daylight
Opening my eyes still sticky from sleep
I find a silken thread
Clinging to an eyelash.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge

Monday, February 28, 2011

Ship of Dreams

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Ship of dreams set sail
On what strange shores will you land?
Raise Ambien toasts
To our voyage of slumber
Once, we needed only waves

submitted for Steal This Art, Week of 2/27/11



This photo brought to mind the Heart song "Dreamboat Annie." Anyone old enough to remember that one?