"May I weep, now?" she askedA dream that I need to work through. Sometimes these words arrive in the dream mists between slumber and awareness.
as she stood before the fire
among the maple trees.
The pools of wetness spilled from her eyes
down her cheeks
evaporating in the night heat.
She looked at me
I wondered why she still stood there.
The shadows of forgotten dreams
lined her face.
Her eyes still young
with her stare back to the fire
the flames danced in her deep
brown reflections of her eyes.
I could not speak
my tongue silenced
it wouldn't matter anyway
her mind was made up.
No words of goodbye
as she pulled the hood over her head
reaching down for her scythe.
As she stepped toward the flame
she paused to look to her hands.
Smoke replaced her form
to drift in the breeze
and dance in the moon-glow
until a whisper flit then gone.
Addendum: The woman is not anyone I know or have known. The impression I have is there is a deep regret that I don't understand (yet).
Or... I could be all wrong.
Linked to Poets and Storytellers United: Writers' Pantry #19: Birthing Hope
Thanks for sharing your poetic rendition
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday. Be safe.
Much💜love
Thank you, Gillena. I'm glad you stopped by and I hope your Sunday went well.
DeleteA most creative dream. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anthony. Sometimes these dreams have meaning and other times they are just plain weird.
DeleteOminous. I wonder what would make it the right time for her to weep...
ReplyDeleteThank your, Magaly. The asking for permission is odd to me but I think she caused many deaths and is full of regret.
DeleteSounds more like a nightmare than a dream. Perhaps the sadness will disappear in the smoke with a whisper!
ReplyDeleteI agree with the sadness, Beverly, thank you for thoughts. The more I think about it, the more interpretations I come up with.
DeleteSomehow I sense the feeling of letting go in your dream. Maybe it's time for a change?
ReplyDeleteThat's an interesting thought, Sanaa. I wasn't thinking along this line. I was thinking more of death and regret or it could be something yet to come. Thank you for sharing.
DeleteSome beautiful lines in here ;
ReplyDeleteThe shadows of forgotten dreams
lined her face.
and "The shadows of forgotten dreams
lined her face."
An intriguing dream especially "as smoke replaced her form" as if she disappeared into nothing
Thank you, Marja. I'm glad you liked this and shared your thoughts.
Deleteoops the second line I love is "dance in the moon-glow
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Yes i too have dreams from that space between awareness and slumber that need to be written into poetry. sooo true indeed. i liked this!
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Thank you, Heaven. I'm glad you liked this and we share the idea of the dream worlds.
DeleteA wonderful vision, and surely meaningful. And a picture well painted in words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary. I sometimes want to draw out my thoughts on paper but that would take away from the reader's imagination. I also can't draw well anyway. You kind words are refreshing and appreciated.
DeleteA fascinating peek into your dream. Perhaps there was something dark she needed to remove even if she must go with it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie. I have a couple of theories and maybe there is a larger story to come out of this.
DeleteLove the way you've opened the poem, Joel.
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