i dreamt about you last night
you were dapper
and kind
respectful
and loyal--
all the beautiful things
you never were
with me
in our waking lives

you were
all these things
with a person
who calls herself
my friend
and
i was not
jealous
but resentful--
the ugly thing
i rarely am
in my waking life


2

my heart raced as i slept
watching the person
i tried to make you--
the person you are now--
through closed lids

my subconscious self misspoke
and i lashed out—
questioning aloud
too loud
your motivation--
or lack of one
concerning me--
and i realized,
your face spattered
with an inability to
save my own,
none of it
concerned me...
anymore

i awoke with a start
angry with myself
for being so transparent
even beneath a thick
blanket of unconsciousness
and jotted this down
dazed
under the spell of
my own sad reality
my dreams are
never really mine...
after all

Posted by Alexis on August 6, 2008
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SBW on whole page :

I like this poem a lot. It certain makes the most of dreams that startle us sometimes with the things they “say” to us.

I think this poem illustrates how powerful a dream journal can be as a writing tool.
SBW

August 7, 2008 10:40 am
SBW on whole page :

I’m wondering about the best sequence for this line:

the person you now are — or
the person you are now

This isn’t a suggestion. just a thought.

August 7, 2008 10:42 am
SBW on whole page :

A question of order here and …

In the previous stanza, is it possible “to snap”
when you say in this last stanza “I awoke with a start.”? I wonder if you need “and I snapped” at all.

I love the lines: “My dreams are / never really mine.”

Super poem.

SBW

August 7, 2008 10:45 am
Vivian on paragraph 3:

Somehow I’m looking for a more poetic way to describe getting angy than “my blood pressure mounted.”

August 8, 2008 8:24 am
Vivian on whole page :

Juxtaposing “beautiful things” and “ugly thing” in the first two stanzas works well. I like this poem, Alexis. Dreams can, as Sue points out, be strong inspiration for poets.

August 8, 2008 8:28 am
sue walker on paragraph 3:

Alexis, do you think “snapped at you” is strong enough. I know you’re such a gentle person, but in your sleep, in a dream, granting poetic license here, wouldn’t “screamed” or some strong verb better express the frustration, if not the anger.

I remember the first poem I ever wrote about being adopted. It was an address to my birth mother in which I said something like: “Mother, I forgive you.” I sent it to Judson Jerome, a well known, respected poet, at the time, and he wrote me back and said that he liked the poem but didn’t believe that I really did forgive her. I thought about it awhile and decided that maybe I didn’t. I rewrote the poem and it was a much stronger, better, poem. Just a thought.

SBW

August 9, 2008 4:49 pm
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