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

[Susanna F]

How beautiful and fascinating! I did get the meaning before reading your note. I love the simplicity and the subtle rhythem. What a gift you have!

[run vs remember]

I love every single part of this poem, a lot. I'm pretty sure that if you had added or removed anything from this, it would have really only taken away from it. That, right there, how it is now, is perfect. It's so good.

[G]

Am I real, must be if you felt it to. Nice imagery.

[Phibby Venable]

the most lovely & lonely time...beautiful work, Emily.

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. Really fine!!

[a wildfire]

this is very haunting. definite feeling after waking up from a horrible dream.
"The rain was real
but it's gone
now."
beautiful line.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Read this again, still strikingly haunting. It also relates the feeling one gets when someone close to them dies; before the reality of it all sets in, waking that first morning after a dream.

[Belator Books]

Nicely penned and not overly exaggerated. Sometimes dreams spawn the nicest poems, the ones that flow the most naturally. The only thing I saw amiss was the separation of the word 'heartbeats'.

[Rain]

That's an amazing coincidence. Now, I'm dying to hear about the dream, or maybe it's a metaphor. I loved the piece. Rain..

[J]

It's less lonely
because there's an immediate connection
which feels right, feels fruitful and light
and seems like it belongs.

I'm in stasis yet forever liquid, unknowing yet knowing,
pure but defiled, enchanted yet burrowed under with weights
only one can know of fully. But we all have those shackles to deal with,
unassuming as it may be at the start, it becomes a full-fledged panoramic worry
of what-ifs turning to melancholy and maybes into song.

There is great perception in this, Emily. Great heart.
Passion and soul and an upward gaze intent on finding
something which is in accord with your mind.

I'm rather good. Busy as always. I don't stop in here much, as you well know.

[Laura E. Aranda]

I love this and I thank you for the Author's Note at the end...this was so imaginative but I had to read the Author's note to get the full magnitude of what you are trying to express....Cheers to your talent!