“The naive judgment of the dreamer on waking assumes that the dream – even if it does not come from another world – has at all events transported the dreamer into another world.” The Interpretation of Dreams ~By Sigmund Freud
you tried to take away my wish fulfillment you dissected it bit by bit until it became broken into pieces of quantitative analysis sterile bits of soul laid bare upon your theoretical frameworks
I allowed you to strip me leaving my subconscious naked the entire time believing in your precepts trusting in your self-professed science becoming a hypothetical experiment
how could you have known anything of my candy colored absurdities my twilight bathed inspirations my laurel hopes my Amazon desires you did not speak my dream language your muteness sliced my emotions with surgical precision
if only you had cared to know something of my autumnal eyes my emerald amulet my perpetual shores my beating waves my cerulean depths you did not feel my swells your resolute bias steeled cool
washing over me
and flooding my being a
welcomed liquid embrace
a cocoon enveloping my
eyes nose ears a blurring of
senses floating me crosscurrent
from the estuary to that spot of
freckled sunlight glinting off
limpid waters where leafy canopies
in mirrored reflections tease rippling
the place where You I first sprung
I’m excited to introduce a blogger friend whose poetry I have admired for some time. She agreed to guest post and share an original poem from her collection. She is an talented artist who weaves beautiful imagery and creativity into her poetry. She writes about relationships, nature, love, lost loves, and the bottom line? She moves me! Check out her site at glittering soot on her eyelashes and show her some love!
i flow in gold rivulets alike a slowly setting sun, skin tingling, lost in blistering air of the never tomorrows and never agains. we gulp it down, unwillingly, laughing, saline waters still trapped in alveoli aftertaste of sea spray on the lips and i remember all that you were and all that you weren’t.
Time to celebrate. Definitely NOT because the Panthers’ lost, again. Not because I’m sitting here eating a couple pieces of fabulous chocolate. Not because I’m happy to be feeling better. Not because I get to go see my son swing a stick and whack a puck tomorrow. Not because I have awesome friends who I am incredibly grateful for. Not because most of the Christmas dust is packed and put away. Not because my nephew scored three goals in his soccer game today. Not even because I have the most amazing family in the galaxy. This time, it’s about me (not because I’m NOT grateful for all of the above [except for the Cats losing] because I am). I hesitate to say this because I have a long standing tradition of not taking credit when credit is due. I get shy when compliments are given. If sitting, I slump as far down as possible. My darker, Mediterranean descent skin turns reddish when accolades are directed my way. But, for once, I’m going to give myself a compliment and mean it (I’m learning). Way to go! You worked you’re a$$ off and accomplished a lot in a short amount of time! Of course, there’s more ahead to conquer, but, you will! There. An affirmation for myself. I think it’s about time we, as humans, start to build ourselves up instead of tear ourselves down. I’m not talking narcissism or arrogance. Just showing ourselves a little love (and cutting ourselves some slack when necessary). So, hey, here’s an affirmation for YOU! YOU’VE done a great job (insert specifics)! YOU should celebrate! Pat YOURself on the back! Here’s to YOU! Cheers!