Dream Doctor

        

 

 

Silence between the bed-clothes

on a quiet afternoon

has a rose reverence,

a calming pace,

a new purpose

defined as space.

 

The bed is sturdy,

four legs solid on the floor,

mega-stones set just so by

Ancients pondering the stars,

pushed under the window

with a view of the lake.

 

The geese like June Taylor dancers

all turn at once,

choreographed in V’s

and me pondering nefarious formations,

begins a graceful glide

to a deep lazy sleep.

 

Grasping pointlessly

at reeds and mud

as the lake drains

through an hourglass funnel

falling to dust, dirt

and deep dimensions below the bed

 

where worker ants

are sticking to the plan,

stacking symmetrically,

motivated to give time space

and space time

in a prime meridian castle for their Queen.

 

 

The Dream Interpreter

arrives with a clipboard

measuring latitude and longitude,

describing taste as color,

intuition as liquid and pain

in geometric shapes.

 

Rem-sleep eyes dot anew

tunnels of archeology and Druids,

geese and Jurassic antennae stay busy

for his monthly visit

through circles of pink quilt,

mounds, sneezes and Stonehenge.

 

3 comments

  1. Great choreography!

    It is a busy dream and somewhere in the background
    I hear an echo echoing “how sweet it is” (Not the sneezes of course.)

    “Silence between the bed-clothes

    on a quiet afternoon

    has a rose reverence,

    a calming pace,”

    You create the calm, and the chaos (rem sleep)
    as only a maestro of the art could do. This poem
    took me from peace to panic and back again (the pink quilt).

    You most surely dotted the eyes and crossed the tees.

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  2. A collage of images and events, jumbled as only a dream can be, and yet a dream always makes sense when we’re having it. It is only afterward that we scratch our heads and ask “What?” Well written and intriguing.

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  3. Hi Craig

    What I really like about this piece is the order of details, images and phrasing. Like that of dreams, it goes from one sequence to another with outer-worldly feeling, In particular, these lines stood out for me because they are not only vividly drawn but also suggestive of a subconscious corner of our mind where dreams are invoked and in their own way processed. So many times, I have experienced, while dreaming, this idea of feeling or being pulled under.

    Grasping pointlessly

    at reeds and mud

    as the lake drains

    through an hourglass funnel

    falling to dust, dirt

    and deep dimensions below the bed

    Well Done!
    My Best
    Wendy

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