- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Just a Memory
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I dreamt of you again last night. You were smiling and you had that look in you eyes. I knew you were up to something.
You came closer and whispered, “close your eyes and let me lead you”. I closed my eyes just as your hand was about to touch my face.
But the touch never came. So I opened my eyes and looked at you in question but you were looking past me, as if you didn’t know where you were.
You look back at me and ask, “What’s your name?” But I have no answer; you’re just a dream, a memory long forgotten.
So why should I tell you my name when I know you wont remember.
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREover 17 years agoNow there you have a deceivingly simple looking poem, which is much more complicated than it first looks allows you to think. Just the kind I like to sink my teeth and bite…literary speaking of course.
The refusal to tell the object of her dream her name is because it’s exactly that - just a dream, and more specifically: “a memory long forgotten”. So, there is a problem of naming right there. It’s an especially ‘dreamy dream’ even in the dream itself. So here it becomes clear that we have a dream about dreaming and the question? How to remember it? The assumption of the dreamer what’s the point of dealing with naming dreams when they are doomed to be forgotten!
A legitimate question –except for one little word which defies the premise itself. Move back to the beginning: “I dreamt of you again last night”. Somehow the narrator lived to remember that first dream had a SECOND one (see the word “again”) still with the same dilemma of naming and remembering? A bit mysterious.
Is the recurring dreaming theme itself an illusion which happened within one dream?
Or id it simply a recurring dream with a repeated dialogue which the narrator has not recognized yet as such? And if so why? Does the narrator not retain the repetitive nature of this play in her dreams? In which case we the readers get to understand more about her dreams then she herself…
Lovely mirror within mirror effect in a poem about dreams about dreams! It was high time that someone wrote a poem about the nature of dreams
