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Friday, 12 April 2013
Meeting the Dreamer
They call me the dreamer, he said,
I having asked him who he was
who'd burst upon my idle time above the tide line,
lost among the marram grass and sand dunes,
watching the sea-whipped waves play in the bay.
Strange boy: man's body, girlish face that now
and then would greatly age and then be young again;
and covered head to toe in moths and dragon flies
that when the face changed would fly off
to form a cloud that followed him -- or was it her?
No answer ever came in all the years we met.
Why do they call you that? I asked.
That's not high science, sir, he said.
Because I dream! I am the one
that has dreamed you and put you in
this dream time and dream place. I gave you
what you're pleased to call your life.
I thought about this deeply for a moment as I watched
the moths and dragonflies dance lightly on the waves.
Then: I'm just a figment in your dream?
I asked. He nodded his assent. And yet, he said,
We were great friends before I dreamed you here.
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So enjoyable.Lovely idea. I'd rather not picture the moths on the face :-)
Luckily, in my case I only needed to growl and grouse and they would leave.
A treat to read.
Wow. Great read for a Friday Dave
ha...interesting bit of philosophy...i would fear the person waking up...or developing an issue where they suddenly for get me eh? small solace on the being friends before the dream...smiles.
How utterly wonderful!
And my interpretation?
A meeting with Merlyn...but I am biased, of course! Haha :D
You've given me lots to think about this weekend...in fact, you've just made it!!
Many thanks :)
Sometimes I wonder about the difference between reality and dream. The line seems very thin sometime. The ending of this poem was eerie.
Love this poem Dave. We all are dreamers in our own small way.
Marvellous riddle of a poem, incantatory picture.
"I gave you
what you're pleased to call your life." Strong lines, Dave.
Well done my friend.
Mystical and magical. Thank you.
Thanks aprille. Really appreciate your thoughts.
Much thanks for saying.
I think you've an outline there for a new tale!
A meeting with Merlin? Now, there's a thought! Why didn't I think of that? Thanks.
Very thin, I agree. Mmm, upon reflection, probably more eerie than I'd intended.
Indeed we are. Thanks.
Thanks. Your kind words are appreciated.
Thanks for this.
The unknown gnome
Thanks so much.
Thank YOU. Much appreciated.
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