Tag: dream

One Derelict Disaster After Another…

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It took a lot to get here…car problems and lots of other chaos. (I am tired of being the Chaos Fairy…anyone want to take over the job? LOL!)

What a big mistake it was to take an apartment without seeing it first. It has been a disaster from the start. 

Not that I had much of a choice. 

Anyway, I’ll stop complaining (well, in here, anyway) for now.

I’m working my way back into my blog-reading duties. At least they are more fun than a lot of other stuff going on right now. Sigh.

In any case, I spent yesterday completing my downsizing tasks…going through most everything I own and making a pile of boxes all over again in hopes of having a yard sale when/if it gets cooler.

I found this little vignette on a piece of paper when I was going through all my stuff. I liked it, even if I wrote it, and if I do say so myself. But maybe that’s because I dreamed it, and one’s dreams are always more interesting to the dreamer than to the people told about it. 

Hope things are well with all of you. I missed reading your blogs. 

Letter to a Literary Muse

Your time is spent nurturing fans, and I am preoccupied with once and future worlds. I am never in sync, but I see you in each parallel; we touch and go on our way. Constantly inconstant forces in each other’s lives.

But I have never been anytime; born in a thistle maze, kept captive in a briar patch, wandered worlds only in my head, where I dream dreams in Mobius strips: nightmares and fears; misplaced intentions and missed chances; a thousand thousand deaths, countless lost and founds.

This night, I dreamt in Celtic lore, both modern and past, once and future; my mind’s eye’s mirror reflection; dark red hair in cascades, hunter-green Victorian dress, among glass and metal and life-in-a-pod on a strange new world. There is no prickly nest to trap me; to hide me in thorny safety. I am exposed. Alone.

You. You see me. Not a mirror reflection. No haint from a past world. This is the future. Our future. You gently work a twig from my hair, and hold it for an eternity while our worlds dream themselves together.

A Tide’s Breath Apart

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…it’s a day of hauntings and heartbreak and loss, and maybe just missing things that you never had (but were close enough to hold on and never let go)…

A Tide’s Breath Apart

I slept the sleep of the dead
if the dead dreamed
during their thick & heavy sleep
I dreamed
not exactly of you
but waiting for you
knowing even in the dream
that you weren’t coming
even though I knew you were
only separated from me by
a sparrow’s breath
a ripple on the tide of time
I can’t cross
except in dreams
except in this dream
where the meadow holds us close
together
and where
I’m reminded of your last
might-have-been look
before you walked away.
You, grey, clear, and so delicate;
a strand of grass, clinging
to its coat of winter frost.
I hold you close
and not at all delicately
but only in my dream.

–Willow Croft

Tidal Pool

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Tidal Pool

Come swim with me

in this tidal pool

a few spare notes of a violin

deep as she drowns

but not as deep as you

though

the right word

is drowning too

along with dreams and dolls

that no longer matter;

only you do, 

in the here and now;

in this circle between

always and never.

Torrent Rising…

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Torrent Rising

The bass of the speakers

makes my heart change rhythm

and I am old, and uncomfortable

with crowded people

hurting me with their rudeness

and sharp elbows.

So I find a quiet spot

where I can hear the music

de-obnoxious-fied.

I wonder why I’m even here

and I’m answered when

the band starts playing

blued, and blue notes

but it’s only for one song

as crisp lightning shatters the sky.

And then, it’s just you and me

and a handful of young girls

who all want your attention,

and I don’t want to be them,

but I don’t want to leave,

for I, too, still have dreams.

And so I dance up into the sky

with the memory of a song

not played

and the storm makes me beautiful enough

for me.

–Willow Croft

The Storm Within