Elusive as the Dream

Elusive as the Dream

A Poem by Emily B
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for Dostani and The Broken Poet

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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.

© 2009 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
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.

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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

Posted 16 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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Very nice write, strikingly haunting.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Funny how real dreams can seem sometimes... what a beautiful expression of people sharing their dreams so they won't feel so alone.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This so beautiful, the resonance and emotive power is astounding. Your succinct lines are really able to capture the dreamlike feel; the light and the dark; the loneliness and the togetherness. I have nothing to add except that I found this poem spine-tingling.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is deeper then what it seems, maybe a cry for help in order to help,
I feel the vibrations
of a thousand
heart beats.

and if the heavens tremble,
locked in an invisible struggle
So must we.
the void coming from a feeling of helplessness, unable tho reach those that need your help, at times the rain and darkness cause our subconscious to think of those who cry out for help, the self doubt coming from our own failures. This made me think alot and so I enjoyed it. This is my own interpretation as I read it. It may be totally out of the box.
Tony



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent capsule.

Precise - mysterious - profound - hopeful. Love it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

You are so right, I am intriguing this morning and you nailed it, and I do feel less lonely reading any of your words. This is fun, for many it's a great sci fantasy, for others natural magick...or every day life. Cool!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Love the Authors note. I feel like this poem today...in it's entirety. I currently am in a dreamlike state. Your right, when you do let the words/feelings out that are weighing your spirit down, is very therapeutic. It's nice to just peruse for therapeutic works from time to time. This one is just what the Homeopathic Doc. ordered.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Well done! Everything about this poem is beautiful. It all flows very well, and you chose excellent descriptive words! This is going in my favorites! Thanks for sharing!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

this is wonderfully written...
I look forward to reading more of you work!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

yes what night was this? i wonder if all poets had a black out, cos the vibe of it is staying with me.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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