You're on a roll, Sharon!
I like this until the ending where the lost lover/parent/whoever is
introduced. For me that reduces the power of the poem, because I think, oh,
it's just another lost-love poem, whereas until that point there are a whole
range of possibilities.
Janet
On 08/01/2008, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> Let us examine the symbolism of dreams.
> The falling dream. The flying dream.
> The dream in which you lose your teeth.
> The abandoned kittens, the lost dogs,
> the infant floating in its cradle on the lake.
>
> The woman weeping, alone, in the forest.
> The beast with an urgent message,
> a critical missive you don't understand.
> You fall, and someone offers his hand.
> You reach out, but your fingers slip
> through one another like light, like water.
>
> You walk through the rooms of your life.
> They are laid out, one by one, like a rail-
> road flat with no corridors, no hallways.
> You watch your own life pass as though
> in a mirror, somehow reversed, somehow
> not quite as it was. Is there an other hand?
>
> You wake in the fog of morning, slanted
> bars of light on the ceiling. These images
> wrap the shoulders of your waking hours.
> You wear it through your long days, this
> intricately woven shawl, a treasured
> gift from someone who once loved you.
>
>
>
>
> --
>
>
> ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
>
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