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I am so sorry dear, I didn't realize the theme what you were talking in
another poem. I hope you feel better.......
posted by
star4sky5
on November 21, 2006 at 7:40 AM
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Taps,
thank you :) Detail, and recall, are what I'm good at - just ask my husband. Sometimes I feel like going to a dream-symbolism book, but learned in first-year philosophy that they are personal to an individual's unconscious. Unless, like Jung's, they are "big dreams" that come from the collective unconscious. Too scary to contemplate, perhaps.
posted by
mneme
on November 21, 2006 at 2:39 AM
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Muser,
thank you for your kind comments, and for the referral.. It was reality - dreamscape - reality. I have had some very vivid and very odd dreams - the other night I was in NC, but none of the people in my dream actually live there. Touch of fusion - or confusion.
posted by
mneme
on November 21, 2006 at 2:36 AM
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Troosha,
I often ramble on like this.. the dream had actually taken place the night before, and there was more to the poem, which I left out, but might post another time. Still going through a very difficult situation here.
posted by
mneme
on November 21, 2006 at 2:33 AM
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Tonyzonit,
these were very thoughtful comments; as well as things that have been on our minds, there are other dreams that make no sense at all. Here, the fishes are stained-glass colours. I have no idea why I chose the cat - though I do miss him - nor the baby. No idea either why the car was full of water (but I could apparently breathe and walk around) nor why, a short time later, all the water had gone.
Come to think of it - neither of the two players are here any more. My cat is in the back garden under the bird-bath, and my daughter is overseas - must be missing them at different stages in their lives.
posted by
mneme
on November 21, 2006 at 2:31 AM
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Hi Symphony,
nice to see you here.
posted by
mneme
on November 21, 2006 at 2:25 AM
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mneme, This is a very interesting poem with an interesting dream. Well written.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 18, 2006 at 7:17 PM
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good morning, mneme. I love that you are finding more time to write your
wonderful poems! I really like the flow of this one from reality into a dreamscape...or is it vice versa? I really like your writing very much!
I meant to tell you that there is a Blogger here whose sonnets are awesome. He has been absent now for about a year. I "met" Ebb.and.Flow soon after I joined Blogit when he sponsored a sonnet contest. I thought you and Tonyzonit might enjoy reading his poetry. Ebb is, in my opinion, completely brilliant!
posted by
muser
on November 18, 2006 at 9:22 AM
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All this while sitting quietly in a salon? Wow
Most certainly a vivid memory and dream - and such wonderful detail!
posted by
Troosha
on November 17, 2006 at 9:51 AM
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Hi Mneme
You really live up to your name - what a memory. It's amazing how the mind when dreaming converts feelings into images. People rack their brains about the meaning of dreams. I think that's going the hard way about it. Why not just ask people how they feel about things? Besides, dreams are far from logical. I often used to dream of 'being with' girls I never even fancied! What was that about? But what often happens in dreams is that the places or people in them are things that have recently been on our minds. It doesn't mean they're that important, they seem to have been selected at random by the brain, which is why surprising people often play an important role. But obviously we think about our loved ones more often, so they are more likely to appear in the dream, as there are more thoughts about them in the brain's stor-room to be randomly selected than there are of other people. Very vivid - like two scenes in a movie - in the hairdressers, then melting into the dream sequence.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 17, 2006 at 7:49 AM
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posted by
_Symphony_
on November 17, 2006 at 7:26 AM
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Bhaskar,
you are right, it was a dream, and I remembered it while I was sitting and waiting. Thank you for your kind comments.
posted by
mneme
on November 17, 2006 at 4:48 AM
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mneme
To me it appeared a dream sequence. Was it so? Most wonderful lines, these: I look at the clock / And return to today,/ Blink away insistent welling / Along with the memory, / Smile and wave goodbye.
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on November 17, 2006 at 4:32 AM
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