Through your misty lens of dream
Through your misty
~lens of dream~
---original poetry---~dreamscape~
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Introduction:
What is a dreamscape?In my conception, a dreamscape is any piece of art that conjures the vision, mood, and/or imaginative quality of dream. Dreamscapes beckon us to reflect on the nature of awareness, to pay closer attention to sensations, emotions and thought to discern: is this really happening? Is this only a dream? Are we ourselves dreams of the universe?
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They tap us into the visceral power of experience during our time-limited sojourn on the planet by exploring the various states of consciousness we inhabit and their attendant realms. They also emphasize the magical and often surreal quality of life (which as children we experience continuously until we are trained in the pitiable talent to shut down this faculty in the name of "productivity," "normality," "efficiency," and the like.)
Reading notes
The perspective of the piece is that of a lover speaking to their beloved, through the medium of their shared affection, memory, and fantasies. Sleep in the piece is symbolic of unawareness, separation, death, decay, etc. Throughout there is an unnerving sense of the beloved's distance– everything else is more vivid in comparison, including the narrator's perceptions of the world, memories of self and other, and feelings towards the beloved. The piece's conclusion has hints of desperation and highlights the absurd synchronicity of the world which exceeds human comprehension.
Part I.
Stanza One
(While you dozed...).
The lover-narrator attempts to create a connection between world, self, and the beloved.
Stanza Two
(The bell tower tolled...).
The description of the world to the beloved becomes more intense.
Stanza Three
(While you ran in circles...).
The surreal depiction of the lover's shared fantasies, with the foreshadowing of distance.
Part II.
Stanza One
(School was closed...).
The narrator descends further into tangled dreamtime, the beloved becomes less tangible.
Stanza Two through Four
(The rise and fall...).
The pinnacle of the lovers' intimacy is portrayed, visceral yet fading.
Ending
(Were you watching?).
The narrator-lover's final desperate plea for a response.
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Through your misty
lens of dream
I.
While you dozed
it was drizzling;
a child kicked a can in the street
during your dreams.
Did you hear it?
The bell tower tolled;
plants succumbed to frost.
a student of the carillon was weeping
through an old tune in cracked harmonics
that warbled across town.
Were you listening?
While you ran in circles,
your tailfeathers a glacial paintbrush
striping across earth
changing colors with the seasons.
You nodded and lit up Europe.
You frowned and cast me a necklace
Of dark ivy and beige.
You laughed & I smiled.
Did you see it?
II.
School was closed &
it kept misting
(or is this the new fog of
a new storm?)
worried parents like sentinels of ice
the brevity of the ripeness of hope
madness & serpentine anguish
kept raining
Even through you
(my umbrella)
The rise and fall
of your breadbasket chest
my hot metronome
drowning out cacophonies
Evaporating my
melancholic pond
(symphony of carelessness
& antiquated misfortune)
Through the hollow terrain
where you vacationed
(telescope mischievious &
burnished glee)
Were you watching?
in the street
a child kicked a can.
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Written by
@d-pend
12/29/17
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Excellent poetry ;
These poem, are once again, ways I have felt, and hopefully will never feel again. I don't want anymore of this type of despair and anguish at this point in my life.....
I thought I was in love, but in time, I always felt a sense of relief that it ended. I unfailingly always come to understand I tried too hard, and since I tried so unyielding, it wasn't making me happy, and in that way, it was not really a loving relationship for me.
Yes @mrsfox I fully agree with you. I'm happy to have experienced the depths and heights of infatuated obsession and "entanglement" but it is not something I would willingly do again. I suppose I like to commemorate the powerful aspects of my past experiences, as well as portray them as "shadowy echoes" of that mysterious unity of things which cranks the cogs of the Cosmos. Isn't it a great relief to understand that which Love is not? It causes us to be wiser, more discerning, and more compassionate moving forwards.
Yes, I had to learn that same lesson as a young lady.
It's better to be spontaneous <== And Love will find you
Good Fortune to you in the future ..
And I might add that Sometimes it's better to let yourself become friends with a person first - and if its meant to be, it'll develop
Amazing poetry full of spirituality
Excellent, very much. When reality invades your dream and you are afraid to frighten off the dream. Do it so that the dream changes your life .. before life changes your dream.
@d-pend - Superbly penned down entrapment and desperation of love, being communicated through the surreal medium of dreamscape. Sometimes words can not communicate what semi-aware dream states can communicate. Kudos.
Upvoted full throuhg Steemfollower.
Regards,
@vm2904
Wonderful. Enjoyed it a lot.
It was good of you to EXPLAIN as to Dreamscapes first -- that helped me (it 'prepped me' ahead of the 2 Poems).
It IS a shame that the qualities we experience as children are disspated by the time we are adults. I always enjoyed being a child very much.. the spontaneity of #LIFE, the wonderful explorations (#Science & Chemistry-related stuff was always so challenging, so interesting ).
Enjoyed this Line in the #poem: " a student of the carillon was weeping
through an old tune in cracked harmonics
that warbled across town.
Were you listening?"
ALSO: 'While you ran in circles,
your tailfeathers a glacial paintbrush
striping across earth
changing colors with the seasons." <==It sounds as if the person dreaming is a Peacock, perhaps..?
Thank u sincerely.. Very good #poetry
I see it in my daughter; children have amazing abilities to both remember and forget. I have to remind her of her powers as they are not shared with her peers. I figure that's how childhood dreams slowly turn into adult longings - the cultural forgetting.
Thanks for sharing. This is the first poem of yours I read where the punch line is at the end. I'm sorry but it is hilarious to me when I read
"Were you watching?
in the street
a child kicked a can."
This must be what goes on inside a middle school student's head. Great work. I must have had this day dream several times in 6th grade.
Falling is just a shadow of real life. Hope is a bad strategy that cuts the wings of success. We are all small children versus knowledge, our molecules circulate in the protagonism of foreign vibrations - everything is the same except for the conscious difference.
You use abstract forms, in order for these people to understand better, I want to give you one small suggestion - use the words that are ordinary, which are not scientific. I want your deep thoughts to be recognized by ordinary people, to have the opportunity to fly on the wings of your unique and extraordinary poetry. Thanks for amazing support my friend @d-pend
only deep feelings and bright experience (no matter god or bad) makes us to move forward. Even bad experience and painful mistakes provoke more changes in our lives and souls. We never want to have it again but in the end we thank it had its place and pushed us to the definite directon...
These ideas have come to me after this thought-provoking poem. Every time I enter your page, Daniel, I know here I will found something that will touch inner strings of the soul)
Miracle
Wow!! you writing well about dreamscape. Excellent poetry.It is very special....... Through your misty lens of dream