Into Your Brimming Dream Poem by Rod M.Peters
Into Your Brimming Dream
You are building a shrine
In the depths of a dark forest.
I waste away in a cityscape
Of barking dogs and littered streets.
You dance under the moonlight
And converse with the dwellers
Of the looking-glass house.
I toss about in my sleep
Haunted by the harbingers
Of commonplace doom.
You put your lips on the cold hump
Of a brooding mushroom.
I take another drop of snake oil
And cough my days away
Recycling my own lung-waste.
Dark moths alight
On your heaving breast,
Pallid swords
On my cross-marked chest.
Lost in the rising miasma
Of contradicting resolutions
I light one more torch
And wave desperately
At your dream-image.
Come sing to me,
Throw your golden thread into
The Minotaur's prowling grounds
That I may find my way across
And remember once more
That all crescent-shaped doors
Lead into your brimming dream.
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5/29/2024 4:22:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
instead of: Haunted by the harbingers Of commonplace doom. couldn't you SIMPLY write: Haunted by the persons or things that announce or signal the approach Of commonplace doom..? ? i was just thinking today about how NICE it might be to be a DARK MOTH! wouldn't the miasma (another word i 'had to' look up; thanks goodness for Google! !) be rising, not raising in this case? .............hee-hee :) i refuse to look up Ariadne! i am (somewhat) familiar with Arachne. could you please use Arachne? ? in the future, i shall be investigating all crescent-shaped doors i notice. [Is she..............HOT? ] bri ;) was it one of those 'staggering mushrooms' which you ate/smoked before writing this? a bit too fancy for Bri, but well done i guess. :) :) catchy title.
Hah! Isn’t poetry just wonderful? So concise and economical. Now you know you can say ‘harbinger’ instead of ‘persons or things announcing the arrival of something’. And ‘miasma’, well there you have it, another contribution to the ‘fancy’ section of your vocabulary. I’m sure you’ll be able to impress some of your more educated girlfriends with that one! You won’t look up Ariadne? Well, you’ll miss out on that one: wonderful tale from the Greek mythology: Perseus managed to find his way out of the Minotaur’s labyrinth with the help of Ariadne’s thread, which just gave me an idea to improve on the imagery, the gist of the whole thing being that the narrator finds himself trapped in a labyrinth. And no, no mushrooms were hurt during the writing of this poem. I really only indulge in the eating of the champignon variety, preferably in my spaghetti sauce. Crescent: moon goddess; feminine force, wisdom, etc. And in the poet’s quirky mind his muse/savior/archetypal superwoman will eventually help him leave his ‘nightmare’ life through a ‘crescent door’ into a, hopefully, happier dream, since her dreams are so rich they are always ‘brimming’ over. Your comments are always a treat, and in this case, I believe I just managed to improve the poem thanks to them. Arigato!