the otherside

drunken ramblings. A drunks description of a reacurring dream

       I remember before. I know the way there. It starts with a bend, a river bend arching sharply out of sight.

 

      The water calm but steady and unstoppable pulling you forward on its course into its unsee able direction.

 

       On either side your view is blinded by a line of forest. Naked birch woven into a veil of grey, the waters depth receding into the trees but continous out of sight.

 

      Your breath frozen inside you as you proceed toward the mark, the end of what you know. The point of which all there is, is after.

 

       Rounding into the approaching shadow, whats beyond appears. The waters course not continuing or ending but rather bleeding.

 

       Ahead is the place, the place where the water and the forest both cease to be only themselves each adding the other. The place where each is niether and nothing is as it was before or after.

      

      There's a boy there, his hair is dark, the sight of him strikes hard, the way a scent can twist your gut with a memory you did't know you'd forgotten, a paralyzing shock grasps you in its fist as you approach, your reunion is seemless blending without lines, his words I can no longer hear but I still feel thier weight pressing down upon me.

 

       His name I can't recall but I ve missed him always. I remember the way there, it starts with a bend.

Author's Note

not acctually sure if this is a poem or not. mainly its exactly what I said too much rum.

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

a loop...an articulate mandala...precise and perfectly conversational...ah..the memory you didn't know you'd forgotten...yes...unique and engaging :)...and regarding the question of whether it's a poem or not? it has all the required elements...and the rest is...hearsay ;)

[Mary]

Thank you lol i think your review.was more eloquent then the poem.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A dream recital...I like the way you finish where we entered the dream...like a portal entering your thoughts and we exit through the same door. I was drawn here by the North Carolina residence. I'm in Boone.

[Mary]

Thank you very much for reading. Your a little further up than me im in rutherford county

[alan peter kelly]

oh it is a poem of grace and ethereal beauty

[Mary]

Thank you very much

[Sami Khalil]

I like the nature scenes though.

[Mary]

Thanks im glad

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Thank you too.

[C.A. Lucas]

who cares! i'm glad you expressed yourself and didn't worry about guidlines and rules and layout. you did a very nice job

[FJ Davis]

Had my last drink in '79; do remember, though, when I was drinking--and that was more often than anyone in my world wanted--I would frequently come up with several incorrectly spelled versions of my own name. In that light, what you've managed here is nothing short of amazing!
This piece is dramatic, mysterious and just plain lovely.
I like it very much, Mary; it exhibits your enormous potential.

[Eagle Cruagh]

A dream after consuming rum can resemble
a sort of night-mare. You recite your
dream very well----I would love to hear more.
Thanks,
---- John

[Warren L.G De Mills]

Interesting piece. I really like it. your imagery is nice and that nostalgic feeling that twists your gut hmm, something we've all experienced. Not sure if its a poem either, what would you want it to be as the writer?

[Chris]

It read quite well...

[Jeremy Baker]

Nice stream of consciousness style to this write. The river is a great metaphor for our journey, and the trees, the obstacles that obscure our view of the future. I think you nailed it - wish I could be that eloquent after rum!