Easy Dream

The walls dripped 

Chips and scars of broken brick tumbling to my language…

      Covered with unexplored emotion

Just like us

The lost city of some lone carpenter’s design

Hidden in the thin divide

The Tao of each nail whistling a desolate song

Hinge sweat still holding back the wolves

The angles forming puzzles of solitude

and it all seems to die in a hand of elsewhere 

as elsewhere is an engine of time

A string

Hanging from the ears of god,

We form the sound of dark turned roads

Night after life

But these walls between us breathe

And we -

The mice of cheese and

Scholars of halls and glass-rimmed philosophies

hope and die

for an easy dream.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Quirky and intricate, we reveal our breath in our dreams and poetry, sometimes the easy dream isn't all it's cracked up to be but we remain hopeful still. Brilliantly pen'd...going into my favorites.

[Perdition]

Cool!! Thanks Frieda~

[Tara]

I read this and all of the amazing reviews and I am going to just keep it simple and respond completely from the heart. I think of us ...our bond...and what an easy dream it is. There are some easy dreams and I think we complicate things much more than we need to thanks to our incessant, probing mind. When we just look up and feel without the chatter of the mind..when we truly connect, that is when we breathe easy. And when we do truly connect without self consciousness, with honesty, love and joy..what a gift that is!

[Perdition]

I think of a hotel fish and the eyes he grew in a small room filled with the love of friends. Moloch and the wheelchair…we really should have made that memory…Damn! Thanks P…..the strangest life I've ever known.

[Tara]

Moloch and The Wheelchair: A Fairy Tale of Love and Suspense. lol. Lets write it! I am reminded of the story I wrote many moons ago...damn I forgot the name but it was a road trip to free PAM. I loved that story I had so much fun writing it...there was some porn star in in I named Lexington Steele. ??? IDK...memory is getting dimmer with age...lol.

[Perdition]

Chapter One: The train into Soho ground a zealous tone. She was etching circles into the window remembering her schooldays and the giddy feel of Autumn. Only moments now before she would skip her way into the cotton sheets and magical arms of the mysterious Hotel…..

[MAC]

this is just brilliant, some people are just amazingly talented. I can feel this flowing eagerly from your fingers....without thought. you are such an incredible natural talent!

[Perdition]

Kind praise indeed..Thanks M.

[Kristallo]

There are microcosmic undertones of philosophy and nirvana here. It has the delicate duality of existentialism and of man's exploration for meaning within that cosmic gap, visiting a depth of emotion and a visceral perception that is so skillfully fit together. "We form the sound of dark turned roads, night after life, but these walls between us breathe." I thought this was a stunning and insightful line. I like the way you've combined sensations, blurred the lines between the five senses of humanity to show that there are multitudes of ethereal sensations left unexplored. Lives form shadowed paths through trial and tribulation, depression is the tune of most, and between us all is a 'membrane' that breathes, too, of its own. Completely separate and somehow still completely a part of the whole. And what is life but dreams weaved within dreams? Beautiful, P.

[Perdition]

Ya know, someday when we have our tigers by the tail you and I really need to find that bridge..dangle our feet into the unknown and with grass blades in teeth…reason out these intangibles. You are as always the inspiration…Thanks and hugs K.

[charlie]

The mood is vague, but I still took this poem to be about emotions, haled; exhaled; inverted too. And whether your poem is a statement that applies within a personal context, or a broader societal one, remains open to interpretation. (In essence, there may be little difference). In one reading this seems almost a prequel to Dylan Thomas’ “Do not go gentle…”. Or yet that song “To dream the impossible dream”, where you and your lost city don’t, won’t, or can not.

One writer wrote - (and I loosely paraphrase): “Anger is just a kind of sadness”. I sense a little scathing in the lines about mice and cheese and scholars, and imagine the poem at this point is referencing some of the trivialities and sterile climes of human endeavour, or else those of the individuals ‘standardised’ preoccupations which ultimately become a hollow home. That is a sad reality, indeed. To counter that, or to first inoculate against that, does one invoke the zealous gods? Whether intended or not, I found your poem to be key in alluding to Khalil Gibran and his Prophet’s words on passion and reason. (Yes, perhaps yet more of that glass rimmed philosophy there, though it need not be).

What is especially admirable in this poem is the dramatic irony, where a desolate song juxtaposes encroaching wolves, which juxtapose solitude… And to be covered with the unexplored… A paradiddle that sweeps under the radar.

Yes, free verse poetry is a fertile form, and “Easy Dream” exemplifies this.
Nice work.

[Perdition]

You are through that looking glass and into the cookie jars. Quite profound and kind…Thanks C.

[KWP]

Hey - yes wow loving this in multitudes ...

the easy dream is there, you are right, it is just there, we just need the tools and techniques to access it once more ... this piece of yours is beautiful, instantly I am taken to thought of meditations to that place that needs not time or space, that place at the end of each inhale and the end of each exhale where the everywhen is stored and yet nothing at all kept....

it reminds me to cast of my layers for heading home requires no baggage for where is home is indeed and achievable easy dream ...

LOVE LOVE LOVE your work xxx feeling inspired xx

[Perdition]

Light and Love back at yaz..and thanks for the HUGE compliment of "inspiring" you..It is a wonderful thing indeed to be a minute source for the most worthy of artists. Go get 'em tiger!!!

[KWP]

The inspiration you have was to sit and breathe and revisit that lovely place of no mind .... Fabulous and sending love .. Hope your day is filled with divine sprinkled of the nothingness of everywhen x x

[Alisa Js]

Hello to you across time and space,

I wonder how many out there can so easily relate to the message filled with such spectacular insight and wisdom within your well written words and yet, dare not to admit it, not even to themselves.

How many are there who find themselves in endless cycles, never knowing how to escape, how to exit, even if they could? That's not counting the masses who haven't a clue...

;-(

... the ones who have become bound to the soul killing cycle of self-absorbtion... those who think, wrongly so that the universe revolves around them and them only...

...sad...tragic...

This one speaks to me of an epiphany, a snapshot in time and space.

Very, very well done, you!!!!!

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Last time I counted there were eight…no nine..and a half. Okay so I didn't count--sue me!
A Serious thanks for the wonderfully encouraging words as always and for being a true friend and caring inspiration when I desperately needed one. Did I leave anything out? Oh yeah and for reminding me who I am…..Mwuah as always~ Actually there may be twenty..you know what?? I'll get back to you. Wink out.

[Alisa Js]

;-) Sending you smiles across the miles along with thoughts of everything amazing, always ~

[Marie Anzalone]

I listened to a woman's speech once, about the reign of men's wosdom on earth, and knowing, in essence, what it is that is worth dying for. We die for honor, for conviction, for taking chances, for easy dreams, perhaps. I think sometimes that far harder is waking up and saying, "I know what I live for." This, the speaker argued, is the power of women. We create community; we tear deown brick walls and papier mache barriers. We look to make sense of the patternless, order of the chas of human thought, effort of human lethargy. Indeed, the walls between us all are living, breathing complex things. We could spend years being lost in their study, or we could work on harnessing their power to dovide to do just its opposite. Don't you think so?

[Perdition]

I think you could harness anything you desire Marie and as far as our living goes…well that is the ultimate challenge we all face within the walls of any gender or nature. I wonder if making sense of it doesn't sometimes create a thicker obstacle that we then have to overcome if we are to perceive from a familiar or open minded sense of "community". Thanks…ALWAYS a pleasure to see your fire.

[John]

A cornucopia of fabulous imagery supported by a simple and consistent theme, the search for meaningful communication (the easy dream) between 'us', whoever we may be. The poem contains such a wealth of metaphor that it repays many many readings.

[Perdition]

Thanks John…I never seem to tire in my search for the easy dreams and yep.."whoever we may be" even when "we" become the strange language of walls.