Thank you for taking the time to check that out. Ironically enough on march 2, the day you commented, I had another dream of my dear friend. This time we didn't speak. We danced and I sobbed. I actually knew mid way through the dream that I was dreaming and that he was visiting me again. At that point of realization he held me even tighter. It was wonderful to wake up and know that I got to spend time with him again. The last poem I wrote about him, the next day, his son reached out to me through Facebook. I love how true love has no boundaries and everybody who shares this same love somehow is intertwined and is connected. Beautiful really. Thank you for your kind comments on mei I tell you I love you. 💕
You are very welcome. What is life if we do not ponder? That short little write was a dream, ( a conversation of comfort) I had of a very dear friend of mine that passed away. He was telling me "I'm okay." Those were his words in my dream. I just never wanted to forget them, so I wrote a poem. I wrote a poem of our entire conversation and if you are interested, it would be my first poem I ever submitted on here. Mei I tell you I love you. I revisited that write and thought the most profound part was just that. Through light I survive through thought I can thrive. I hope by knowing the orgin of these words that maybe, you might ponder some more. Thanks for commenting.
'The sun, molten
up from the river,
The imagery I was going for there was the first bit of sunrise. When the sun gets that liquid/shimmery, deep red look to it. Combining molten with dripping to get that color and movement, and then dripping//up to show sunrise instead of sunset. Also playing with the perception of 'drip' as something that normally only goes down, and then to say up instead.
Also I thought it was funny to make a poem about perception, and repeat the idea of sun on the water, and then to describe the sun as liquid itself-- and again in the idea of 'shallows of space'. Everything is water in my mind, apparently.
Thanks for the time Jane and your specific insights, it's always good to get feedback from another mind. I find my work a bit perplexing these days too (from a presentation point of view). bad dream/space travel audio book is how i might describe it. I watched this movie called 'Passengers' where a guy is woken up from suspended animation 30 yrs into a 120 yr journey and so he's basically going to be the only person awake for the rest of his life and it seems like that's how the poetry comes to me these days - widely spaced and imperfectly gotten at. Eventually, i suppose, i will get to where i'm going. :)
Right, so the people stated live life in a right and certain way>>>>>>>
this is exemplified by the ant. The problem, as i see it, is that Christmas is just one day and personally i'd remove it (xmas) from the poem
otherwise what do DC et al (with the exception of JC) have to do with Christmas? They don't fit in the poem in an xmas context. Xmas might be the catalyst or brief moment which allows for the insight/inspiration but otherwise it's pretty much irrelevant.
I was watching 'the office' one time and michael is in a rental 'trusting technology' and the gps tells him to take a right turn immediately, he does so and drives in a lake.
To me, i can figure out where the poem goes, i'm not dense or mean spirited enough...
but, strictly speaking, i can't follow your directions to get there.