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Dream Poems

Finding the metaphor through Dream Poetry
 
Dreams are like small pictures, images or metaphors that speak another language.  Finding meaning in a dream image, especially in your own dream image, can be next to impossible unless you are in a creative frame of mine.  Putting a dream into poem form, forces one to find metaphors, the perfect word or phrase, the right emotion, to connect with the dream.  Suddenly you have meaning where enigma once reigned! 

A Meteor of the Eternal
Breaks through crest and wave
Disturbing all our senses
Along a glint of day.

No thing untouched remains;
This Holy Ripple
Blends each in each
Binding then releasing
As extant Natures deem it meet.

The cacophony now ended
Order gives its place
To several sparks descending
Through Love and Numen Grace.
 
 
Poem by Mark Pinard, a fellow dreamworker and writer
 
 
 
Taking a dream or even an emotion related to a dream that you cannot quite remember or grasp, and framing it within a poem can be very illuminating.  Below is a poem I did centered around Crows which seem to haunt our property and occaisionally my dreams...
 

The Crow is my Shadow.
She is 
Strong and loud.
Noisy and proud.
 
Both Life and Death,
She is
My only savior.
 
She Caws the Truth of my inner Self.
Emotions left behind:
Ignored.
Scorned.
Feared. 
 
"I am your Worth, lost along the way.  Just beyond your conscious reach,
I return. 
I eat the seeds that your dreams have planted.
So that one day they might grow
strong again,
In the daylight."
 
"See Me...Feel Me...Hear me...Heed Me."
 
 

Poetic Justice
Even though it might seem easy to interpret your friend's dream...when it comes to self-interpretation the task is daunting.
 
Here is an example taken from one particular dream scene:
 
The dream scene: I am wandering around the outside of a meeting house when I see a young toddler drowning in a pool.  I rush to save him and bring him back to him Mother who is inside, unconcerned about her baby.
 
What am I doing here wandering
aimlessly?
Is this my house? Am I supposed to find
something here?
A child is drowning in a pool; unconscious
water
frantically frothing.
 
I save him, he is
Cold
but alive.
Cradling in my arms I take
Him to Mother inside
Where it is safe and warm.
Thrusting his frail body
in front of Her face:
See Him!
I am undaunted, stoic, rageful.
I notice vomit down my own face;
A tattoo.
It is His creation, yet I am the
Wearer.
I don't care anymore.
The Child is safe.
 
Was not the world created
from Vomit?
 
 
 
 

Saving My Baby
savingmybaby.jpg
Oil Pastel, 2008

Cold and rigid,
Dirty and wet.
   My child is brought to me.
Bagged head, Plastic death shroud.
With searching eyes, orbs of endless wonder,
   I feel him say:
   "It's mommy".
I tear the plastic shroud from his beautiful head.  He is so cold.
We plunge into the warm water.
Warm, not hot. 
His relaxing body cannot accept my racing heart:
Too hot, too fast, can kill.
 
Rocking back and forth,
In tempid water.
We cling to each other.
I plead to both genders, just in case:
Oh God!  Oh Great Goddess!
Save my child.  I will do anything.
Anything for him to live.