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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you know i've always wondered if anyone could experience the same dream, now maybe you've proven it can happen. Great write!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

urban legend says a gemini dream is when two people far away from each other dream the same dream (I mean the urban dictionary says that) hoping someone I care about is dreaming my same dream. love this poem

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

all hail, the invisible struggle
and the space between the darkness and the light where the spirits and dreams hover. ah, yes. yes indeed.
and there it is ! less lonely, my favorite line of poetry ever.
thanks for the inspiration.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

less lonely! my favorite line of poetry ever...


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was a wonderful, amazing, beautiful poem. I felt like I was one of the three people who had the dream. You worded it so perfectly! It sounds very mysterious and ethereal. Wonderful!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Oh my , its the kind of writting that make me shaking , with knowing the story behind, it make it a beautiful momory to take with me , Thank you , was this the only time you felt that way? Yossi

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

reading this again, i have to say that yes, I do like the way you set up hinge point in the poem and then leap out with strong statement/s.

I don't think it's clear enough that there are three people in this poem as is described in your um, description....

subject matter and title aside,
I think that clarity is where you could shore up a weakness.

over and outta.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love your line breaks on this. You've emulated the bewilderment of the moment with your natural flow. Fantastic.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i don't know what it's about, but i have to say, i like it!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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