Elusive as the Dream

for Dostani and The Broken Poet

Am I real, today?

Hovering somewhere between
the darkness and the light
like a spirit
or a dream

I feel the vibrations
of a thousand
heart beats.

You felt it, too.

and if the heavens tremble,
locked in an invisible struggle
So must we.

The rain was real
but it's gone
now.

And knowing
that you and I and he
all felt the same void

last night in our dreams

suddenly
makes it all seem
less lonely.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

When I read this, my first thoughts were of the French expression l'heure bleue (Blue hour) - which refers to the hour experienced between the hours of daylight and darkness. This period of the day is considered special, because of the quality of the light.

In the case of your beautifully poetic composition, I found this was because of the quality of the write, which made it special.

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

[Kennedy James]

Connections come in various ways. Your poem catches one of those eerie moments when life encloses us in a common experience, like being in bed with the world and sharing the same blanket.

[writing mojo]

your trinity of dreams are lined perfect to the stanza astral projecting faith into the self help realms of fate...great piece as always

[Emily Burns]

not sure what that means, but it has a good beat

[Dostani]

Thank you...

[Emily Burns]

much love

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

wow, what an apropos day to post this

what words...they fell from my hands like the jelly beans I dropped when two people needed a proper group hug..i can still feel the reverberations across the marble floor

i'll pick them up later, after some tea and a much needed cigarette

Well done, Emily, writing, finding and timing the posting of this

[Emily Burns]

the reviews read like a parade of poets past, present and future . . . so many come and go here

[Scottlehem]

I like the poem and especially these lines:

"If the heavens tremble,
locked in an invisible struggle
So must we."

liken to as above so below and this line as well, "all felt the same void " Nice Work

[Emily Burns]

this is one of my very favorite pieces of work, I remember taking a walk in the rain trying to sort out how the words should fall . . . nothing so concrete as a patchwork quilt, but comforting all the same

[Diego Paz]

Dreams to me are so mysterious. And I saw in this poem a litany of the color blue, and gray... And the impression that this poem left on me will stick with me tonight... A thought provoking piece Emily, and very technically sound.

[Langue d'Argent]

I like the concept behind it and how you were able to put it into this wonderful piece of work. When reading it, I get the profound sense of something important. Very nicely put together.

Sharp quills,
M. P. Owl

[Kenneth S.]

Wonderful, profound piece of work.

[Renée J. Martin]

those dreams touch a different place don't they and vibrate within all day ...Great Piece !