In reading today’s post of Maria Wulf’s fullmoonfiberart.com she talked of dreams and how one does not question the dream nor truly its significance. Or one’s presence in it. It brought to mind my own questions during my life’s journey at about the same age as Maria and a poem I have not thought of in years. Only one of the many questions but it brought up a smile thinking that we all are much more similar, one to the other, than we are different. I wish we as a world would learn this important maxim. We could prove to be helpful to one another. Imagine that!
Ah, sweet Morpheus,
I succumb to you as a babe
to its mother’s breast
and find in you a reality
that does not dispossess.
I walk through castles,
intermittently lost and found.
I am absorbed into a role
playing the part to perfection.
Words are given and mouthed
with a depth that defies understanding.
I move in sequence,
first here, then there,
placed by unseen forces.
Now walking, now running,
intent only on the play’s performance.
Direction matters not
nor the dream’s significance.
Reality only intensifies
the immediate action
in its precision.
Now fluid in movement, I race,
grateful as a young gazelle,
intent on bounding miles.
Always closer, never quite grasping,
the mind’s chameleon concepts.
Now congealing lethargy
finds me in the dream’s spent passion.
Evicted once again
and pushed back to the realities,
from which I had escaped.
Hungering, I prod
the mind unsuccessfully,
willing myself into the somnolence
from which the dream took form.
Sufficient in its designated duration,
the dream eludes my persistent pursuit.
Elusive, challenging, tempting,
always wondering why in sleep
I question not the dream’s reality
4 responses to “Sweet Morpheus. . .”
email from Pat.. . This is wonderful, Veronica! I love your poems, but I must say, I’m really enjoying your paragraphs before that put the poem in perspective, almost even more!
But what I really admire is how you continue to parse and think about and write about the way we each can lead our lives . Bless your heart, Veronica! Thank you!
Pat, I am grateful when even one person reaches for further light on a subject I introduce or mention. They may be one we did not have before. Learning is exciting and broadening our scope enlarges our embrace of differences. Thank you for your words. They keep me on course also.
e mail from Suzanne. . . you’ve nailed, with your great command of words, the essence and process of the everyday dream state. Keep writing….as long as you’re moved to do so. You never disappoint.
Suzanne. . . .It is a relief when my words find a home. We who search ourselves are more alike than we differ. Thank you for taking time to comment.