dreams

i have flown too
pushing off with one foot
& coasting thermals with hawks

but after i am up
dispersing clouds
skipping over jet trails

never in my dreams
have i found a way

back to down
but opening my eyes

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I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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16 Responses to dreams

  1. davidtrudel says:

    Very evocative. Your poetry soars by day, your dreams follow in your sleep.

  2. I can come down in mine, usually by falling!

  3. Green Speck says:

    Beautifully narrated !!!

  4. Just shut your eyes and you’re be airborne again :-)

  5. nelle says:

    Love use of thermals… worked into one of the chapters the other day, third I believe. Good show.

  6. Nineteenfifteen says:

    love the imagery, really.

  7. and waking
    up, finding it gone
    and wishing….

    sometimes , you wake up
    at the wrong time in a dream,
    floating in its amber jet stream,
    at a point of its greatest promise
    as it danced along its self willed
    and illogical trajectory…
    and alas “revus interruptus”…..

    and then in vain you conjure a continuation
    by locking down unfurled eyelids,
    casting babalawo and ifa beads
    only to meet “resumption access denied”
    boldly staring at you opaquely
    like the negatives of a black and white picture
    from behind your tightly shut eyes!

    I hope this reaction does not ruin your poem as it is neither altercation nor wrangling!

    • oh–no, this is beautiful–it is amplification, which perhaps I should add to that very long list! Beautiful, N. Just beautiful! And true. We cannot always direct dreams. Ah…if I could…but that is for another poem not written yet.

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