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Tracing Dreams

Missing image





sun-lick swarm of light
wrapping me like warm arms

and I am home

between hard-rock night
and dusk’s dire demands

oh sweet, this feathered image
of tracing your silhouette
to memorize it
like a marble statue
full of picks and pocks

I reach and you are there

my fistful of angry god
my empty palm of setting free

you were there

and, here, where I pull comfort
from shrouds of blanket and belief
there will be another here







Author notes

prompt:

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-- William Butler Yeats, from “Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven”

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  • Peteskid gold member
    September 30

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    love is strength, it is a powerful thing and it takes the best strength that we have to create it and to hold on to it... wonderful, thoughtful verses here...PK


  • Providence
    September 21

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    I too admire the contrast between "feathered image" and "marble statue." Very well done Carol. Good Luck in the contest.

    Marianne


  • Swan song gold member
    September 19

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    oh sweet, this feathered image
    of tracing your silhouette
    to memorize it
    like a marble statue
    full of picks and pocks

    I think this was awesome

    and I loved the whole read


  • tomisb
    September 19

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    I love the contrast between "feathered image" and "marble statue." This feeling to make real what we dream until we realize that we create what we would make tomorrow out of this fabric we weave at night. This hard knock night where we beat against the rocks we found in the sun licked day. Sensual images of a formless clay waiting for us. We, human beings, by luck or design able to make new forms out of redundant monotony. May your lift and pulse in the quick turns of life dance out wonders, always.
    Love,
    Tom B.


  • Night Hope gold member
    September 19

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    "shrouds of blanket" Ohhh. I, too, have dwelled under those cold clouds. How well you pen it all, my dear Friend. How all too well. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie.


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