the wind in your dream
swells the curtains into a sail
tears asunder
all the things we have collected
...
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The extended mariner metaphor stretches along here, the interplay of sleep and dreams with sailing and oceans, with just a hint of some inter-relational drama. I enjoy the metaphor, but I sense that (although perhaps something is lost in the translation) the hints of something deeper remaining unexplored do not give enough substance to the superficial, albeit lyrically pleasant, extended metaphor.
Absolutely stunning. After just reading a half-dozen turgid poems, this was a delight. I see the Mad Hater has been here, disliking remark after remark.
An imaginative write regarding dream. Beautiful poem shared.
Sometimes dreams are one's reality... thanks for posting....
This poem inhabits the world of the wide-awake writer much more than it does the world of sleep and dreams. The possibilities for invention that he uses here are rather tame, as if he were looking up from his while writing to attempt to re-imagine the real physical things there as if existing in a dream. None of the power and immediacy of dreams is here. The attempts at twisting the logic of the waking world are all too evident. The scaffolding is everywhere too present. Everything has a reason in this poem. It lacks the abrupt turns and non-linear experience of a dream. It is writing about a dream from the outside, but not even a real dream, it is simply a contrivance to use to say things he thinks about while awake and imbue them with some kind of romantic air. All in all it's kind of boring given what he could have created with the material.
Insightful and psych-analytical presentation. Thanks a lot. the wind in your dream / swells the curtains into a sail tears asunder / all the things we have collected I search in vain for our life vests