Are You There?
You were talkative
in last night’s dream
but I don’t remember
what you said
about everyday stuff
I wanted to tell you
how I dropped down into
a seabed of consciousness
that I knew wasn’t mine
There was no water
No language or borders
It wasn’t benevolent
or malevolent
but a source
It just was
like the Grand Canyon
A peaceful presence of calm
that I saw with closed eyes
I wanted to ask you
if you had ever been there
I was happy you were talking
It didn’t matter what you said
______Colleen Redman / dVerse Poets Pub /Poets and Storytellers United
February 6th, 2020 4:20 pm
Dream recall can be tricky business. Mine shift locales and scenarios so often, it’s like a pure stream of free consciousness.
February 6th, 2020 4:21 pm
I love the comfort you have in the dream, though I can feel the pain of loss you may feel when daylight comes.
February 6th, 2020 4:28 pm
This kind of dream is familiar, Colleen, a precious conversation I can’t remember. There is a strong sense of sadness and longing, but also some comfort, in the lines:
‘I wanted to tell you
how I dropped down into
a seabed of consciousness
that I knew wasn’t mine’
and
‘I was happy you were talking
It didn’t matter what you said’.
February 6th, 2020 4:37 pm
When one has only dreams in which to meet, you’re right, anything is welcomed.
February 6th, 2020 4:40 pm
Beautiful! I love the vividness of this dream especially; “It just was like the Grand Canyon/A peaceful presence of calm that I saw with closed eyes.”?
February 6th, 2020 5:00 pm
Those last two line resonated with me to such a degree.
February 6th, 2020 5:06 pm
Your poem does conjure up some wistfulness from that last line. Dreaming is an interesting phenomena that can carry a lot of power to manipulate our emotions. I too wrote about dreaming to share today.
Gayle ~
February 6th, 2020 6:02 pm
so much in dreams we don’t understand, you have so tenderly captured the essence of the feeling we are left with upon waking.
February 6th, 2020 6:26 pm
I like the thought of dropping into a consciousness that was not your own.
February 6th, 2020 7:38 pm
I can’t remember my dreams anymore. I like that peaceful calm though with Grand Canyon imagery.
February 7th, 2020 12:23 am
Often we find how comfortable we can be without saying anything to the person we are with as we are contented with their presence and they with ours.
February 7th, 2020 9:11 am
Sometimes I wake with that sense of peacefulness in a dream. You describe it well–the particular words don’t always matter, just the feeling they left with you.
February 9th, 2020 9:45 am
A lovely poem of dreaming! I have often had visits from my parents in dreams. I never remember what they say (do they say anything worth remembering?), but I do remember their presence, and it is precious.
February 9th, 2020 10:03 am
After an extended stretch of dreamlessness, I’ve been inundated lately with totally crazy dreams which I can barely recall upon awakening, which is, I suspect, is a good thing.
February 9th, 2020 1:03 pm
A beautiful sense of float and contemplation, with the pulse of loss just beneath.
February 9th, 2020 5:59 pm
Oh, how I love this! And can relate so well. I particularly love the phrase ‘a seabed of consciousness’, which I would take to be the collective consciousness.
February 9th, 2020 7:26 pm
Your words always capture me. I loved the last stanza. It was most evocative.
February 9th, 2020 8:11 pm
Grand finale to this lovely poem. Well done.
February 10th, 2020 11:11 pm
This is amazing – the place and the poem. “A seabed of consciousness”…wonderful. I was very moved.
February 10th, 2020 11:20 pm
I like this Coleen, to me these lines set the stage for understanding the rest:
“I wanted to tell you
how I dropped down into
a seabed of consciousness
that I knew wasn’t mine”
Those lines hurt, but we all know the person talking in his sleep has his own thing going in his dream and hears us as only noise to answer.
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