Poem From A Dream

I really did dream this, and woke up and wrote it.

If I'm ever to remove this nauseated pile 

Of rumpled flesh out from beneath

Glowering rubble of rock

If I'm ever to scale stone again

Remind me to enlist

A second person, all the way up

Whose sole purpose

Is to hold my hair

So that I may let go of myself 

And others.

Burn it all and rise

Upward and beyond.

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

sometimes tilting at windmills is a good conscience altering exercise?

[Sagar Waingankar]

:-) Nice words! 'Burn it all and rise. Upward and beyond" :-D

[Chris]

Were you reminded? and did you have that person hold the hair from your eyes and unblock the ears? And then did you find out you really didn't need another to do what you really wanted to do all along - but perhaps had forgotten how for a little while?

Chris

[Brooke Wake]

Thank you ever so much, Ed. Glad you understand the unharnessed balance of not jilting an insouciant bit of poetry from a wired subconscious. I like them as they are, jumbled as the might be.

[Ed Hart]

skipping over the freudian ohmygosh, and nodding lightly to the jungian armada, i would say don't let this dream get away until you've worn the edges off of it...and, how nice to see you making the rounds, ed