Elusive as the Dream

Elusive as the Dream

A Poem by Emily B
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for Dostani and The Broken Poet

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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.

© 2009 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
Three people from across the country had the same dream one dark and rainy night. It affected them so deeply that come morning they were still shaken and wondering. It was the same dream except for each person the big, scary monster was drawn from each person's deepest self doubt. The rain and the doubt didn't begin to lift until the words came.

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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

Posted 16 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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i love your honesty. it really gives your poetry that real, relevant meaning that I seek.

Doug

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

incredible. There is something so significant in being a poet and inspiring another poet. Although I have often been inspired by others' words...I rarely inspire. Not sure why. But this was exquisite writing.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

In dreams we often visit places when we are undecided about something, we are waver between conflicting positions or courses of action, and your poem could be even a spiritual experience without knowing with your friends having the same dream... great poetry!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved the description, the way the poem was organized, the imagery that sprung into my mind with yout words. Wonderful poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

astounding..
I think I'd have remembered this one..gotta start leaving the ringer on.
happy to have shared in this experience, nonetheless [=

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What an amazing spiritual experience you present! The experience no doubtedly has a great significance and always will. Your writing is great! I loved the beginning: "Am I real, today?"
It reminds me of the first meditation of Descartes when he thinks about whether he's asleep or awake, and what the apparent differences are between the two. Great job with this!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this one. It's very creative and masterfully written. Makes me imagine what dream they all shared. Nice poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

powerful words Emily..



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have always liked this one...synchronicity is alive and well...though I have had somewhat of a problem interpreting mine, it seems that you and your friends all are open to sharing theirs and that is always a great thing...amazing the things that happen that are unexplainable!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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