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

[J. James Reider]

hmmm.... dreams are always mysterious to me, I never wondered if I was having a "mass dream"... I know my bipolar meds give me such terrible nightmares in which I am doing horrible things... I mentioned this to my doctor and she said it is normal, and that it may be a fear of guilt coming out in these dreams... great... ANOTHER fear... lol... "Knowing that you and I and he all felt the same void"... I do not know if it is more remarkable that three people had the same dream, or that it was discovered at all! and since it was discovered in three people, I wonder if more did not have this dream... I will have to ponder this one... I wonder if I had this dream... lol... terrific poem!

[R J Askew]

Hmm, the psychology of this is very interesting. A lack of self-doubt might be more scary, signifying the dictator gene. I wonder how many others had the same dream. If only dreams could somehow be visualised on some sort of dream-radar! But then that might strip away the mystery and charm of dreaming.

[E. M. Murren]

Wow.. that was cool. The poem was incredibly beautiful... and the story enhanced the work. Wonderful writing. Many cheers.

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

Simply put, but it reaches deeply. Your words gave me goosebumps - always a sign of a great poem Well written, wouldn't suggest you change a thing.

[Blackbirdsong]

I love the connected feeling I get from this poem. Even before I read your author's note that feeling had come across perfectly in your writing. I also love that you give you explanation or even question why it happened. It is simply an accepted event. :)

[AK]

This has a certain unique quality that I can't really describe exactly other than to say "remarkable". Kind of haunting, kind of intriguing, kind of spiritual. Definitely exciting and unsettling.
I like what Jill said, "there is so much going on around us that we've no clue about"
Certainly worth talking about with the others involved.

Elegantly written with the perfect "feel" for this piece.

[J]

Good grief!!!! I would've been scared silly!!! That's the craziest thing I've ever heard! This confirms once again what I've always known ~ there is so much going on around us that we've no clue about. But sometimes, just sometimes, I believe the curtain parts just enough for "things" to slip through. Wonderful write!

[Bear]

thank the powers that be, for the words that came and helped lift the doubt this trio experienced!!

Less lonely... perhaps that's one of the reasons we all write our thoughts upon the page?

This was a fine write!! Thanks for sharing... it gave me another perspective on the why I may put my thoughts upon the page.
Bear

[poddar kushal]

it is great. it pours heart out and like any one's heart it seems poetical and confused. you are a very matured poet

[Kevin Andros]

Good work. The poetry work itself is as elusive as the dream. Has a web of uncertainity etched all through the poem. As if nothing is certain. Good work. ~KA~