Dream or Dreamer

She feels full and high…
but dreams herself chocolate,
rainbow garbed,
plucking music from tight strings…
dreaming Songs to keep in an earthen jar.

She feels empty and low…
but dreams herself silver,
clad in light,
brightening the night’s dark…
dreaming Light to free over the land.

The beast lurks in-between;
Song and Light hunger nagging in his gut,
“Bite, rip, feast!” taste dark moon flesh, swallow brightness,
delight in being awake and alive and real;
eat dream or dreamer, mayhap, the lurking Self.
The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau 
for Magpie Tales 209

22 comments:

  1. Good morning to you toooo! I dreamt of a pink dragon last night...coffee time! xoDebi

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    1. Pink dragons are always good omen... especially if they have glitter and smell of coffee. ;-D

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  2. How dreamy is this poem!.. I had many many such dreams.. many more to come I suppose.
    We are going to sleep here soon... Have a nice day ahead!!!

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    1. May the dreams to come put a smile on your face!

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  3. I like the imagery in this, especially the details left unsaid so the reader can fill them in.

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    1. The hidden bits are always the yummiest ;-)

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  4. ... this is wonderful.

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  5. Dreaming oneself as rainbow chocolate or silver light - beautiful images, both.

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  6. The images on this are amazing!!!!

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    1. Happy you think so, dear Ash.

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  7. Dark delicious chocolate! This is wonderful!

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    1. I'm quite partial to the phrase "dark delicious."

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  8. I adore anything chocolate-coated! Even dream-like lions!!

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    1. "chocolate-coated... dream lions." Doesn't that sound like the title of something wonderful?

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  9. Chocolate and music! Beautifully written!

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  10. This image made me think of dreaming as well.....I adore the rich, deep imagery you've woven into this piece!!

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    1. I wonder if the colors (and the beast) had anything to do with our interpretation...

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  11. That's a lovely poem. It spoke to me. I adore Rousseau. My favorite's the tiger in the jungle. Something about the contrast between childishness and yet portraying adult fears and themes. Amazing.

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    1. There is something about a tiger crouching... that beat in time, in the heart, that wonders if it's going to play or if it will leap and rip your head off. Amazing, indeed.

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