dear dream

 

 

 

Dear dream:

 

It's me again. dana. Please equally distribute this blame for

my opposite sides to those ways and wishes of history

and sorcery and personal destruction and, of course I almost forgot,

my poliomyelitis leg from the 50's that they told my father

would never heal, so I got drew down with nightly sulfur sprinkles

and a concoction of bear grease and mercy and amalgam until

healing came. And we would know it because everything

made of plaster or drywall would be smudged with pollen or

PUNCHED.

 

A prostitute stole my heart like the cry of a cat and henceforth

I shall spell secret like the god Mercury where I can change my

moods like lightbulbs. No playful bandiage this time. (I didn't

know that honey came from bee saliva and since it does, never,

never again would I want to catch one or separate their little bee bellies

from their feet of mud and earth. I would arrange them the

same way one might arrange myrtle where the little black berries

can all fall off at once; and lancelets and move their muscles around

with the fingers of Lewis Carol and then pretend their choregraphy

after a Blind Lemon Jefferson wind and resistance and that cotton

gin looking thing that could, and no doubt would, separate seed

from the velvet on your legs).

Can I lay down now?

 

Dear spirit,

 

Perhaps we all, everyone on earth, share the same dream. Different retrospectives

but just one giant,  swirling sanicle decomposed by heat and 6 billion contributions

but just one permanent possession that we pull nights off of or stick paper straws

into for healing. A big ball of past history's to explain present conditions.

A dream though, no doubt, a spinning retrieval to remedy the evil consequences of.

But since it's a dream the dead are excluded as are the walking dead , as are the

worshipers of dead things.

 

Dear dream,

 

This condition, I didn't feel yesterday. Myself  healthy as a nylon

forest can be. Waiting, wanting as silk worms, the true kings of the fairies

in medieval forklore wait and want. Oberon with your violin

accoutrement. Dream,  with my eyes closed,  kindly insert

a moon reference here. Because me and the empyrean

shant.

Reviews

[_mal]

You are one of the best writers I've come across here. It blows me away how much you have to say and have said already, the scope of it and how differently and more originally worded than a review can do justice to. Your entire library here is worth reading. A poem from you needs reading many times

[SHEEMA HUQ]

this is very interesting: tragedy, combined with some autobiography, some risque interactions, descriptions of a mysticial other worldly dream state....nicely penned

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is a delightful journey...

do you believe in magic? i do.

[Tree]

A brilliant exploration, dana. A penned letter poem to the dream. To the spirit. I liked how the poet asked the dream to "kindly insert a moon reference here.'' And of course there were many others that I will take with me. Your gentle blending of memory and myth has always been one of my favorite things about your work. It is a human art. And you express this/ well.

Diego

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

This is highly original, I enjoyed this read very much.

[Corset]

giggles, Ellie, he's not heavy, He's our brother, lol...no you are not, you are (Insertion) The moon the night the starlit sky we all dwell in darkness without you, haha, you have to see that movie... Dana this was off the charts as usual, one day I will yawn at this sort of thing having read you for so long as one might yawn at a sleepy sunrise, and as I do I promise I will open my eyes to the dawning as if the first everytime, with wonder and excitement that your brilliance deserves :) thank you for writing anyway, why fight it, if you got it flaunt it lol
:)

dana, you kidnapped me again into your so good dialogue
(this time)... what an expression ability you have dear...
such as horsepower may withdraw at any horse covered wagons,
and your poetry, or writes need a hundred horses
to carry your words, so heavy good you are!
Your dream analyzed, here with pure feelings to gossamer meanings.

Thank you fantastic, as always,

- Elisa

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

how did you know I was reading "a season in hell"? I see shades of part II--alchemy of words, especially in your ending...some stuff from the rest, as well.
one thing, though; it's badinage...you added an "n"; Now don't go telling me I'm smart...Google corrected you, I'm just the messenger, lol
I didn't need nearly as much coffee as I thought I would, this morning, to get through your super involved amazing etymological sculpture...this exquisite piece of marble, waiting for the bronze to rust and peel away, so it can shine
well done, as always, dana