ON THE EDGE
like a flag pole, one might say, this very tall,
very thin male friend of mine I have feelings
for (yeah, that kind, warm below the belt)
calls me over to him; the night wind of the
city is brisk but not wintry, as he softly
asserts (as if he doesn’t want to wake the
sleepers in the buildings standing darkly tall
around us) “Isn’t this view spectacular?” he
then urges me to walk with him to the un-
fenced edge of this raw brick, roof top
terrace, past the chimneys and door hatches,
“For an unobstructed view,” he adds; he
senses my unexpressed hesitation as we move
closer to the unbarred, brick terrace edge,
and puts a long, suit-coated arm around
my shoulders urging me forward toward the
view over the street far below; we stop when
we can walk no further, and I look out over
the city of night lights and then down into
the street canyon just in front of my feet;
I almost gasp at the beauty and the depth,
afraid anything I say will unsteady me or
worse stop the sexual heat now rising between
us, and stand silently, holding my breath; I
suddenly recall he’s brought us to an edge
before; but why here? why now? in a flash
I realize it’s the same old story:
he wants me to fly
[dream of 1-2-19 (posted 1-3-19). Photo "On the Edge" (taken & edited sometime 2012 or prior) by Roswila, another re-post. I've also reposted the comments below as they address issues I haven't talked about here in a long time, and reference old prose posts of mine about writing dream poems, especially haiku/dreamku, that may be worth a re-visit. BTW, today's brand new writing is not a poem and yet it is: given the entire dream scenario is a metaphor. Not produced by my waking mind, true. But my mind, nevertheless.]
PLEASE NOTE that in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, that the photo accompanying a daily dream poem or non-dream based poem is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant aspect of the verse -- similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku). I've also recently realized that although the dreamku (i.e. dream based poems) posted here tend not to have metaphor or simile, the accompanying photos almost always act as such. And to write a metaphor or simile into a dream scenario is something I rarely do. It can be confusing: did it really look like a hand, say, in the dream, or am I just being poetic to make my conscious point? As these dreamku act as a dream journal, my over-riding tendency is to try to stay close to the actual dream scenario itself. Admittedly making for a tendency to less "poetic" dreamku. Then why pay attention to any haiku, tanka, or monoku parameters at all when writing about my dreams? Because I find in even attempting to adhere to them I'm making choices that relieve my dream recall of a great deal of chatter so that I can get down to some important dream aspects. Here's a link to
THE AREN'TS OF DREAMKU & ACCOMPANYING PHOTOS in which I go into some of the basic parameters for dreamku and the photos chosen to go with them (and with any non-dream based poems I post here, as well).
The archives in the sidebar hold years of the
daily dreamku, tanka, monoku and photo posts I've made, grouped in one post by month. As I no longer post dreamku (or non-dream based poems) strictly daily, each post will appear below and then in the archives by the day on which it was posted.
There are many other sorts of posts here, not all dream-based. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non-dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers than myself), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.
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‘til next time, keep dreaming,
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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