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Banquet in Dreamtime
We are the dreamers
and the dream.
I almost believed it for
one auburn moment.
The Western sky has
breathed at last after a
fluorescent tantrum,
closed the lid on a furnace
seeping through
ragged trees.
I could have believed
every prophet then:
could have believed the sky
was a jeweled net dropped
only to capture me.
Here on the surface
of a galaxy's beating
heart,
cluttered with lives
and entangled
dreams,
we choose to sleep
through the best parts.
We love in bodies
and search outside them,
searching always for
the treasure that
we are.
The last slice of day
drips from a
many-pronged forest;
how luscious the fire
when it gives up its soul!
Stars are pasted like
glitter to a paper dome
and far more fragile
than we ever
imagined.
So this is the dream:
spirit waltzes,
random magic
and a crumble
of dust.
And we are it.
Patricia Joan Jones
Yes
we are it - stardust, as earthdust, as sun ashes - yep. Touched by fire to look around at other dust varieties. Pasted stars , Batman!
~A~
Thank you for your stunning
Thank you for your stunning insights. Your support means so much.
Revisiting this once again, I
Revisiting this once again, I am reminded of two aspects of your poetic talent: the consistent intensity, and the astounding freshness of your phrases. You are like the lines of Shakespeare, about the much less far less, adnirable Cleopatra: "Age cannot wither / nor custom stale her infinite variety."
Starward
So sorry I forgot to thank
So sorry I forgot to thank you for your beautiful encouragement. Many thanks!
Banquet in Dreamtime
Wonderfully put. Beautifully done. It can all seem
Like a dream. Until we find Fact is so much stranger
Than fiction. There's so much more to us than we
Think?
Thank you for your
Thank you for your thought-provoking, insightful and encouraging comments. Appreciate you stopping by.
Once again your inimitable
Once again your inimitable style has aranged words in the form of a magnificent poem, and your use of imagery as metaphor for the poem's emotion never fails to amaze me. To say you are talented IS an understatement. To say you have become one of my favorite poets is true beyond dispute.
Starward
Words cannot express my
Words cannot express my gratitude for your thrilling soulprints upon my site. Your positive energy and encouragement are appreciated more than you know.
Thank you for saying that.
Thank you for saying that. Back when I was first discovering poetry (in the days of the dinosaurs, my grandchildren might say), I would get a certain initial thrill when I read certain poems for the first time---the metaphor I thought of was like an astronomer finding a new star at random. When I first read the poems of T S Eliot, and Wallace Stevens, these thrills were very much present. At my age, the thrills are often less, but can still happen. I have said all that to say this: when I read your poems, it isl like I have been transported back to my younger self, and I am being introduced not just to your poems, but to Poetry through your poems. I have been perhaps too verbose in this reply, but I am trying to put words to what is a very personal and subjective experience. Very few poets, today, and stir up that original feeling---but your poems most certainly do. I thank you for this effect, and I continue to applaud these marvelous poems that you share with us.
Starward
Wow. That was beautifully
Wow. That was beautifully said and appreciated more than any words, lyrical or prosaic, could ever convey. Endless thanks. À