For the (fictional) series, "Edges".
His Voice
Some Still Leak Through
His Voice
Some Still Leak Through
What I have seen and forgotten
comes back in dreams,
but remembered there strangely.
When I wake, I still feel the shapes
of those events, distorted from mediocre
into the rare and disturbing.
But then everything tends seaward,
dreams and memories reeling away
like clouds gusting to the horizon.
Are they messages, coming indeed from you
whom I work to forget and diminish; are they real?
Is your soul seeking mine even as we sleep?
It is foolish to think so. I brush away tear
and dream at once. Both are illusory here,
where I choose again the immediate moment.
Linking to Poets United' Poetry Pantry #403
Linking to Poets United' Poetry Pantry #403
Very good ... thank you :)
ReplyDeleteI woke just that way from a dream, my friend. This poem brings a remembering tear.
ReplyDelete"When I wake, I still feel the shapes
ReplyDeleteof those events"
such a vivid explanation of it all
much love..
This is beyond beautiful, Rosemary! I am still dwelling upon "Is your soul seeking mine even as we sleep?"💞
ReplyDeleteI love this! My personal favorite <3
ReplyDeleteSadly it is all you and your brain teasing you with past moments, actual or just dreams that were wishes that wouldn't go away!
ReplyDeleteWritten in a dreamlike way, this poem reminds me of occasions when I have woken and felt still in the dream, especially:
ReplyDelete'But then everything tends seaward,
dreams and memories reeling away
like clouds gusting to the horizon'.
When I wake, I still feel the shapes
ReplyDeleteof those events, distorted from mediocre
into the rare and disturbing.
Dreams despite being bad dreams one seems to be still affected by it upon waking up. Very true Rosemary!
Hank
This is beautiful ! Reminds of many such moments that comes, touch and leave me wondering...
ReplyDeleteMy dreams are all topsy-turvy, had to see them as connected to anything in a waking day. Sometimes I wonder...perhaps the dreams are real, the waking life a dream? Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThis resonates with everyone who sleeps and dreams. Those cobwebs that remain are so real. You depicted the emotions so well.
ReplyDeleteBut then everything tends seaward... palpable emotion...
ReplyDeleteI love how you mix the dream in... somehow I feel that the dreams feel more real... reality being just a shadow of our dreams.
ReplyDeletebut some memories are so hard to brush away, even though one tries very hard to 'forget and diminish".
ReplyDeletea lovely write. :)
Strangely, seeing my comment above, this morning I woke up just that way from a dream again...........strange blurry shapes, blurry remembering.......this poem captures the feeling exactly.
ReplyDeleteIt seems to be the week for dreams. I have often felt this way when I awaken lugging the dream behind me. I love the last three lines particularly.
ReplyDeletenicely penned you speak of something that I have experienced as well
ReplyDeleteI love this. It resonates with me through my loss of my parents. Sometimes the dreams feel so real.
ReplyDeleteDreams can be so vivid and powerful. This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely opening and close to this cascading, reflections on a dream. I think you captured it wonderfully ... and yes, with resonance.
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