Days in dream fabric

From: An Owl on the Moon - August

 Silent circling seabirds stroke the air.  Beneath their shadows granite statues line the shore.

     This girl with her golden hair speaks with her eyes and hands but I cannot hear.  The brilliance of light engulfs us.

 

Alabaster walls;

a cardinal ceiling.

Solemn statues fill the void.

I turn to her eyes.

Eyes of hunger, eyes of rage,

a dying horror in a cage.

Freedom cries without a voice;

a muted scream to stain her choice.

 

     “Be honest in your waking times or the truth will haunt your dreams.”

     “You speak...I did not know you were able.”

     “I have always spoken.  You simply could not understand.  But I am dream fabric here.  In this place, the impossible is probable.  This moment is yours.”  With this she turns to face a statue and becomes stone.

     “Please.  Would you speak to me again?  Why do I find you here?” I say.  “Here in this wasteland I am barren and empty.  Have you no word for me?”

     Grey stone becomes flesh.

 

“A pebble thrown in a pool

may ripple from end to end,

but tossed into the sea,

it is swallowed by enormity.”

 

     A screaming silence surrounds us.  The waves claw the shore in hushed strokes.  My words claw at my throat.  “In silent words, you speak so much.”

     “And you, though you speak volumes, say precious little.  Don’t you know that words are actors set in motion, and you are the playwright.  They can create a mood of harmony or destroy peace in violent isolation.  Words are civilians or soldiers; artists or autocrats; worshippers or pagans.  They make you rich or sell you into poverty.  Master them and you rule, or be mastered by them and serve.”  

Author's Note

From: An Owl on the Moon - August

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

The power within the tongue....🌹🌹🌹🌹

[Cherrie Palmer]

August has big shoes to fill. Warm days, bright skies, and the promise of a harvest. But it cannot chase away the blues, if anything its harsh temperatures steal what hope we have.
I see this poem with beach at feet and an endless sky of blue as a weary voice weak from stress declares these words from you.

[An owl on the moon]

I am so glad to have you by again, dear Cherrie. Thank you!

[angel]

This is why I read. To find a paragraph as perfect as this one:
“And you, though you speak volumes, say precious little. Don’t you know that words are actors set in motion, and you are the playwright. They can create a mood of harmony or destroy peace in violent isolation. Words are civilians or soldiers; artists or autocrats; worshippers or pagans. They make you rich or sell you into poverty. Master them and you rule, or be mastered by them and serve.”
A tiny correction. 'worshipers' has only one P. Other than that small slip of the finger...perfection. BRAVO.

[An owl on the moon]

So deeply appreciative of your words, of your encouragement. Now wishing you such joy as autumn grows more brilliant in every transforming leaf.

[Kelly Scheppers]

A stirring presentation. I love the contrasting formats, and the way your words illuminate the page they're on.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much, dear poet. You might not be surprised that these words were inspired by my life in California... or lives it would seem. :)

[CLR9]

I like how this reminds me of a poem and words. Great rhmes. I think about John goodman and how he handles pomes. like a champ. very paradise, you rock, awesome happy time.
I you good!

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for your words, and for stopping here to read my poetry. Looking forward to reading your inspirations soon. :)

[Rye]

My words claw at my throat. “In silent words, you speak so much.”

Love this because it speaks of truth, I think words claw at each of us from time to time. This is deep and so true. I rarely think there is not really inner peace in anybody. We could search a life time for that. Awesome writing here.

[Just Kim]

Wow, this is so good. I really enjoyed your wording.

“A pebble thrown in a pool
may ripple from end to end,
but tossed into the sea,
it is swallowed by enormity.”

Love this part. Very well written write

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for coming to visit, and for your kindness, dear poet.

[Neville]

Though not one to wish my time away
Roll on September, I hear myself say....
As captivating and as magical.. as ever words were.... Neville

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you my friend. May your ripples always lift the waves with the impact of you... Craig

[Neville]

................ :)) and true..

[barleygirl]

This feels a bit harsh to me, which is an unexpected response to your writing. Usually I'm in a more soothing state of acceptance when reading you, but here I came away feeling that no matter what one says or how it's said, the words are not going to be well-received. Like being in a no-win situation, which causes me to clam up. Not sure if you crafted your message for this effect or if I'm an unusual reader to get this sensation from your words. I don't mean any of this as a critique, but just as feedback on how this comes across to me . . . your writing is well-crafted & compelling, as always! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[An owl on the moon]

Hi dear Margie. I realize it can be disjointed posting fragments of the whole through this year... knowing they do not always flow just right or speak the whole message from the book. But remembering this writing, back when my soul was in a deep darkness, it was meant to represent the manic glimmering places of me. Thank you for your honesty, and always appreciated. (((HUGS))) Craig :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

You never leave me empty...always full with thoughts, dreams, and deep introspective...I find a serenity in your wonderland that escapes me in the the knowing world. Thank you for bringing to light an inner peace that is tangible within my soul .....namaste

[An owl on the moon]

Namaste, dear Queenie. It is wondrous to have you step into this dark wonderland of my world. So thankful you still return and find the tea and scones always warm.