dream time

dream time

A Poem by Emily B
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for OT's contest

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My dad wanders in and out of my dreams.

The conversations are better than I ever remember.

He says stuff to me now.

 

Apparently being dead does bring wisdom.

We were watching a flood, him and me.

Up home.

Must have been astral travel cause I don't know

how I could have got there.

 

Well, anyway, we were watching the water storm through the yard and the street and the middle of the house.

And I could feel my insides aching to mourn for all the things that I watched float away.

He grinned.

And said "let it go, it's just stuff."

And I ducked my head and wiped away the tears and wondered again

how he got so smart.

© 2011 Emily B


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"Apparently being dead does bring wisdom."

That may just be the line of the day, Emily. Your words found such purchase in my mind, since my dead also visit me in my dreams more often than I like, leaving me with the feeling I've left something undone..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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extraordinary! so beautifully written..this touched me more than you know...what a fantastic piece!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'And I could feel my insides aching to mourn' I could so relate to this, the poem works on many different levels, people, places, time not just possessions and memories, all the things we grieve for in our lives, the tears don't get easier either. Stunning.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hello,
Awesome poem and I often dream of my Dad. I really liked this poem of dealing with life as some know all to real lately. Feels good to see people helping one another and trying to make the best of life! Always in my prayers my friend!
Life and Light to you and yours!
TT-TTo-Ni-K
Elk

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wisdom in the moment's pearl~ the in betweens weave the memories anew each time of recall~ in the end we realize the magik that was happening back then only when we ourselves are at the juncture of the magikal cross roads~ it is a gift when hey come to visit~ =)~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

really like the voice of this. especially in the seeming simple lines like: 'he says stuff to me now', and 'up home'. not to mention the capsules of dream moments where the conversations are better and you astral travel to all kinds of improbable places. and the message here, to let it go.
this one shines true, as your words always do.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The floating away of possessions....good lessons from your father whether it was astral travel or your memory of him speaking to you.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel this in my deepest inward parts. Matter of fact, tears came up immediately, ready to roll.
God, this is beautiful...

Thank you

Posted 13 Years Ago


dreams don't get any better than this

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

cool

"He says stuff to me now.
Apparently being dead does bring wisdom.
We were watching a flood, him and me"

Well, anyway, we were watching the water storm

And I could feel my insides aching to mourn for all the things that I watched float away.
He grinned
And said "let it go, it's just stuff."

smiling inside I am




Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I don't know that being dead brings wisdom...but certainly there is much to be learned from the dead. I tried entering my own piece in the contest: The Gathering, but apparently I've been blocked...ah well... I can always trust my friend Emily to drop in for a read eh? ;o) At least you'll know the competition won't be as tough! lol This was very nice free form...it's always nice to dream of those we love who have passed from among us isn't it?

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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