Dream Lover

A poem dedicated to Jeff Buckley. About a dream i had about him last year. The titles was inspired by the song "Dream Brother."

 In the half light of this Memphis mourning,

Cold blueberry body lies kissing grass

Who drank until bellies burst, Until lungs lost

Life with a bubbling groan. Upon muddy

Banks I reach for my dreaming lover.

 

I am stretched here, Inside a squelching grave.

I am stretched here, As I pull the moss from

Your tangled hair, and hold your stiff blue hand

As together we rock through a pale night,

Light shining white upon the ripples that

Stole you away. Out! Out! And into black,

The colour of my tears, the colour of your hair.

Reviews

[S.j. Garcia]

i enjoyed the imagery in this- it was very unique, and kept my attention. good stuff!

[Poeticpiers]

some striking phrases a little loose in form but I enjoyed neverthe less

[J. Alfred Prufrock]

love this.

[Craig Bates]

"As I pulled moss
From your tangled hair"

^^ Powerful image and the main thing that stood out for me in this poem.

As you've already said you're a Buckley fan I'll make my assumptions...

If a reader isn't aware of that it is so deeply dark and morbid. Overall I enjoyed reading it but there was only that part that really grabbed me.

[Sarah S.]

i like this piece. i don't feel a defined flow to it, but the words are well choosen.

[Timely Disposition]

I died,
Here with you,
As I pulled moss
From your tangled hair,

This set of lines really hit me the hardest. There is something very exact to it, considering how few words are there.

Overall it is a good piece. I think it will always be better to you than anyone else because of how personal it is. Also, because, as you state, it keeps changing. The imagery is good. The form is a little loose but it works.

[Ashentara]

another Jeff Buckley fan?