I Had Some Dreams

I Had Some Dreams

A Poem by Marie Anzalone
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second of three poems based on a series of extraordinary dreams over the past two weeks

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I had some dreams.

Some took me to the edge of cliffs

before throwing me off; some made

me see perfection in a wildflower.

Some dreams led me to isolation

and others connected me to ancient gods.

Some dreams made me believe in love

and others raped me in my sleep.

Some dreams ran in herds

like buffalo in North Dakota in

the 1700s, and others were as elusive

and solitary as a heron in a marsh.

Some dreams fed my body and soul

with new and exciting things and

others ate me alive. Some dreams

took me to places I could never even

have imagined and others kept my

mother and me prisoner in our own

home. Some promised me the universe

and others robbed me of all material

possessions. Some dreams whispered

to me in the absence of all background

noise and others shouted from the rooftops

of bustling city subway stations.

Some dreams wanted to buy me and

others tried to sell my soul.

Some showed me only who I

was not; my dream of you

showed me who I most want

to be and how to get there.

 

 

© 2020 Marie Anzalone


Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
translated from my original in Spanish, partially based on poetry by Joy Harjo

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I write poetry and story in my dreams dear Marie.
"Some showed me only who I
was not; my dream of you
showed me who I most want
to be and how to get there."
I loved the complete poem and the above lines. Are true. In dreams, we can map our our world. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I love poetry Marie. The very good ones make use of the method of proposing hypothesis, then metaphorically testing their acceptability. Time was, just hollering from the back steps for papa to come home was a plea of the lonely hearted. Today we get so use to loneliness, we give it a name of our own subconscious choosing. Restlessness. Triangulation. Shyness. Good dreams are never modified by the daylight cept those of unmanageable fear I guess. And certainly I know that the Guatemalans being of Mayan origin have let you in on the synthesis of their own dreams:

"Some dreams wanted to
buy me and other dreams wanted
to sell my soul"

The falsity of any of our dream is never a consequence too vivid to consider. Not in your poetry my love; not in these times.....beautiful/ dana

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Reviewer's Note: Just try to not overthink this review thing of mine too much. Just remember, with all of the couch potato activity going on with this website, isn't it a good thing that people actually do reviews at all!

So you are teaching, huh. Judging by your picture, I piety the fool who acts up in your classroom, above and beyond. just don't forget your broom!

I'm thinking a realm of mental indulgence, as I read and try to study your content, Yeah, look on the bright side, at least you get a natural review from me, Then again, maybe some day, I'll get off of this kick of mine,

I like how lifelike you make your writing. You certainly get your practice in, now don't you.

Last thought: Who in your class get's The Dunce Hat?

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Wow that is great! Covering the different aspects. Nice!

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dr. Freud would have loved this one. If all of these occurred in a fortnight, one must wonder what spurred such a deluge and such a bizarre spectrum. The last one did lend a ray of hopefulness and certainty after the wild kaleidoscope that preceded it. I would love to hear a shrink's interpretation of the whole show.

Posted 3 Months Ago


I would surely like to see those dreams that ran in herds like Buffalo...but they would pass by in such a hurry and a cloud of dust...we would wake up with trampled sheets...
but feeling a rush...
I have dreams at times of NY...and riding the subway as a kid..now the dreams take me back there, and I hold on tight.
great personification in this piece.
j.

Posted 3 Months Ago


I write poetry and story in my dreams dear Marie.
"Some showed me only who I
was not; my dream of you
showed me who I most want
to be and how to get there."
I loved the complete poem and the above lines. Are true. In dreams, we can map our our world. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gorgeous write. the thing of dreams they can be a double edged sword for those who know how to make them come true , those who can manifest must always be certain of the outcome before conjuring a wish, one must always be careful what one wishes for.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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Bilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start argume.. more..

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