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This dream (Prose Poem)


goldenlangur

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This dream -it's always at first light that spills through the yew branches that bow with ruby beads.

 

The old wooden gate, where we often stopped to read the plaque to a fallen hero, is fastened on its iron catch. It is as if I mustn't be here. And yet I must, I must...

 

I fiddle, rattle and heave and all the while the beam spreads over the trimmed hedges, between the spindly stems of the shrubs, over the freshly cut grass down to the corner by the stone wall where you promised me your heart and then broke mine in half.

 

Into the earth, into the dark earth I sink in a pale shaft.

 

How light it is, how light!

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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It's clear that closure for the speaker is elusive:

 

It is as if I mustn't be here. And yet I must, I must...

It's nonexistent, an impossibility in her physical universe.

 

I fiddle, rattle and heave and all the while the beam spreads over the trimmed hedges, between the spindly stems of the shrubs, over the freshly cut grass down to the corner by the stone wall where you promised me your heart and then broke mine in half.

Understandably, s/he is destroyed. But, as the dream itself shows --

 

Into the earth, into the dark earth I sink in a pale shaft.

 

How light it is, how light!

-- the universe can surprise. The speaker descends, not into darkness as expected, but into the light. Not sure if I got it right, but I enjoyed this prose poem a lot.

 

Tony

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  • 2 weeks later...

Goldenlangur, as Tony I enjoyed this prose poem a lot. It sounds as a dream with open eyes... The ending part is brilliant:

 

Into the earth, into the dark earth I sink in a pale shaft.

 

How light it is, how light!

 

Very interesting piece. It captures the reader.

 

Thank you for sharing.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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stunning and evocative! trance-like, dream-like. a riddle and a confession. private and universal. beautifully written.

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Hi Golden,

 

It is very unique of you. I enjoy reading this prose poem as I do reading your haiku and tanka.

Your poems always carry that wabi-sabi characteristics, and a leap at the end.

 

Hope all is well with you.

 

Lake

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