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Click hereIt was not illusion
that brought this down around our heads,
A necklace of remorse. Beads bright,
but cold to touch.
I lost the wave, the bearing,
and caught by doldrum, drifted.
Still, as ideas of ideas,
shapes and motion, whispers and whale song,
shifted into focus and blurred again,
I lay, eyes closed, carried by sargasso
while spires and domes and ancient ghosts
shadowed below, Atlantis dreaming ascension,
drifted.
Solitude echoed sonar whispers,
a tectonic sigh to swallow it all.
I forgot to breathe,
remembered to love,
and woke up on an inhale
in tears.
"Ssh" I heard and felt
fingertips on my spine, lips on my shoulder
embrace enclosed around to place a palm
upon my heart.
"You were dreaming" I heard
and careful arms suggested gravity.
I fell back, surrendered to assurance
that no illusion did this,
neither hurt nor healing,
and that my necklace
was long since cast aside.
I dreamt of sargasso,
but not of Atlantis
this time.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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The flow of the words makes it feel like a dream. "Caught by doldrum, drifted" so captures the way dreams shift.
you're very talented..
it's wonderful to have someone there to sooth us when we have bad dreams.
geez, i'm never going to get packed if i keep coming back to LE..i think i'm hooked.
I love it when brilliant new poets show up on our doorstep. Wonderful words!
you take a reader and meander from alone and lost to embraced and safe, very beautiful