Elusive as the Dream

for Dostani and The Broken Poet

Am I real, today?

Hovering somewhere between
the darkness and the light
like a spirit
or a dream

I feel the vibrations
of a thousand
heart beats.

You felt it, too.

and if the heavens tremble,
locked in an invisible struggle
So must we.

The rain was real
but it's gone
now.

And knowing
that you and I and he
all felt the same void

last night in our dreams

suddenly
makes it all seem
less lonely.

Author's Note

Three people from across the country had the same dream one dark and rainy night. It affected them so deeply that come morning they were still shaken and wondering. It was the same dream except for each person the big, scary monster was drawn from each person's deepest self doubt. The rain and the doubt didn't begin to lift until the words came.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

When I read this, my first thoughts were of the French expression l'heure bleue (Blue hour) - which refers to the hour experienced between the hours of daylight and darkness. This period of the day is considered special, because of the quality of the light.

In the case of your beautifully poetic composition, I found this was because of the quality of the write, which made it special.

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

[Larry Dyson]

in this I see you in my mindseye as a person caught inbetween worlds...a seemingly familiar place for you and wondering in ernest if it is the reality or the dream scape you speak from?

[Pure Hope]

I love that the imagery is just beyond the shadows and like you have created, different for all. Makes for a great suspenseful, thought provoking piece. Excellent!

[Emily B]

I really appreciate the visit. I'm not making many friends today. Interjecting the way I am. Don't let a few bad apples ruin the barrel.

[Peter H]

very well put poem amazing how they all had the same dream you articulated a fine poem here

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

It is amazing how connected we truly are to other human beings in this world. So many of us feel alone, but in reality, we are all touched by the same things, effected by the same things, and we all feel the same things. For being so disconnected in our perceptions of life, we are intricately interconnected in the conciousness below the surface.

This was a fabulously poignant write...the wording was amazing and the flow wonderful. Well written.

[Bare trees]

My review skills suck these days so I'll just say this is a profound poem. Your author's note puts it into perspective and really makes you think. The whole concept is intriguing to me. Excellent work.

[Marie Anzalone]

Scientists think that much of our intuitive ability resides in the hippocampus portion of the brain. This region is more active in women than men, with one caveat: during the 2 weeks preceeding ovulation, the region is roughly equivalent with men's brains. During the 2 weeks after, activity is heightened, and remains at a heightened state after menopause. Interestingly enough, the region is also more active for almost everyone (who keeps normal daylight hours) at 3 key time periods during the day: 10-12 pm at night, 2-4 am, and upon waking. All three are associated with body temperature shifts and sudden changes in consciousness as well. The 2-4 am slot is famously known as the witching hour because of the high lieklihood that some intuitive message is going to come through your dreams at that time period.

[Emily B]

and so often I meet my dreams again when i find myself somewhere new

[Marie Anzalone]

Are you also having problems reaching review comments?

[Emily B]

the site seems slow this morning

[Kennedy James]

Connections come in various ways. Your poem catches one of those eerie moments when life encloses us in a common experience, like being in bed with the world and sharing the same blanket.

[writing mojo]

your trinity of dreams are lined perfect to the stanza astral projecting faith into the self help realms of fate...great piece as always

[Emily B]

not sure what that means, but it has a good beat

[PoemRodent]

Thank you...

[Emily B]

much love

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

wow, what an apropos day to post this

what words...they fell from my hands like the jelly beans I dropped when two people needed a proper group hug..i can still feel the reverberations across the marble floor

i'll pick them up later, after some tea and a much needed cigarette

Well done, Emily, writing, finding and timing the posting of this