Dreams

it started as a "love poem"...

Dreams

Dancing with frothy waves,

the fates of early sunlight

leave shimmering,

ghost - like images

floating on the sand.

While we, holding hands,

kick at receding waves,

listen to the raucous

clamor of terns and gulls

philosophically debate

the complex coloring of clams

that wash ashore.

Laughing we join the debate,

picking up a shell

that still clutches tightly

to its colors

and toss it back into the sea.

Gulls and terns "aaawwk"

and "squawk" at our point of view

in their debate,

chiding us for "human arrogance".

But we, full of confidence ,

only laugh

and gleefully walk away.

~~~

Dreams arise from those in between places

where what you think

differs from what is real;

differs from what is

and what is possible

to imagine.

~~~

We often walk this beach,

pants legs rolled up,

bare toes wiggling in

sun - warmed sand,

salty air combing through our hair

and giving our skin

that drift wood scent.

We talk - mundane things -

as it is the touch of words

and how they mix

joyfully with ideas

that really matters.

There is a warmth

that emerges from our words,

such that at times,

even the gulls and terns listen

nodding their heads in contemplation;

walking with us

and occasionally

throwing in a squawk or two.

It is a peaceful time,

these morning spent

walking together

encouraging each others secrets,

listening to the sea’s heart beat

as our keep the rhythm going.

Even hermit crabs peek

from their shells to listen.

~~~

Dreams,

often found in those

in between spaces,

if worked on,

sometimes do come to be.

~~~

"Good morning gulls and terns"

say the two humans,

skipping bare foot in the sand.

"Squawk, aawwk

(happy days humans)

say the terns and gulls.

"So what are you imagining today"

they all say.

~~redzone 12.10.13

Author's Note

This began as a "love poem". I was thinking about MsJewel and Lydi, who write wonderfully rich and enticing love poems, as I started. But, as you can see, my attempt turned into a conversation with sea birds (who are also critics and "aaawk at my attempt.) Oh well, guess I will go and read some real poetry... Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I quite enjoyed your romp with sea creatures and nature here curt. It's still ended up a love poem, a dream of a day at the beach...it doesn't get much better than that.

Dreams arise from those in between places
where what you think
differs from what is real;
differs from what is
and what is possible
to imagine.
~~~

I especially love that stanza, it could stand alone and be luverly. Excellent reading.

[Sami Khalil]

Your dreams echo in timeless spaces and your whispers to sea birds take us to timeless places. An excellent pen upon this...:)....................

[:o]

Its poems like this that intimidate me. (laughs) I love the simplicity of your words and the conversation-like form of the stanzas. Those below have pointed out my other likes. Great writing from you Redzone.

[redzone]

me, intimidating? me?? not sure if I should"aaawk" or "squawk"??? a new years resolution, redzone no intimidation!!! hope this makes me more acceptable Traceyboo... ;0) thanks for reading and comment, glad you were intimated.. er... I mean liked...

[redzone]

just realized its Laceyboo, sorry

[:o]

Not a problem my friend. You have the ability to write concise stanzas with a volume of words I have yet to accomplish. Perhaps someday I will.

[Pryde Foltz]

Dreams arise from those in between places
where what you think
differs from what is real;
differs from what is
and what is possible
to imagine.

Simply splendid and profound. I loved.

[Lydia Shutter]

"Dreams arise from those in between places
where what you think
differs from what is real;
differs from what is
and what is possible
to imagine."

Such a magical stanza in your poem, Curt. You had me walking on that beach listening to the birds and feeling the water kiss my toes. I wanted to smell that driftwood scent on my lover's skin and taste the salt of the water on it too. What you are imagining today is enchanting, my friend. I am thrilled you said you started to write this because of the poetry Julie and I write. Your poem IS romantic...and also, of course, very "nice." Never stop writing, Curt....please. LydI**