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On Dreaming
by Nicky Goodman
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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On Dreaming

Tonight there are petals along the corridors
to your room; candlelight leads
through a world of scent
and you are enchanted by all that is vanishing:
the bag in your hand has disappeared,
a jacket has been unhooked and peeled away,
the walls don't shudder when you walk through,
only door frames becoming metaphor and simile.
There are no moths caught translucent on a window pane.
There are no panes - bookshelves have melted,
catalogues recycled, and forms have become an idea.
The same has happened with every electrical appliance,
batteries do not exist, soft furnishings evaporate
until all that remains is wood, linen, and feathers -
the only objects on the way to an absent window
where you take my hand from under the covers,
curl around my back like a cape - and I wake,
to walk through the snowflakes with you.

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Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
God! You took me there. Love your voice, your style, the way you draw to the ending so naturally. x
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Ah, what a pensive mood, drifting gently from reality into the oh so enchanting surreal. Lovely writing, excellent word management and great pictures for the mind to ponder on, while letting go of the outside world. Nicely done.
Reviewed by Kate Burnside
Ah yes! That ache that draws like a perfume and intoxicates so that all else is completely immaterial and non-existant. This is the most beautiful write, Nicky, that makes me think of pheromones. Wonderfully instinctually-led and the manifestation and arousal are entirely sensually felt. Delicious! Wish I could feel like this after shopping, which I hate! :)) Writing that floats like gossamer and hums as sweet as any bee. Sticky-oozy with good things. Don't change a word. Have a most sap-rising New Year on your sexy black sands... Love, Kate xx
Reviewed by Susan Sonnen
I melted. The warmth, sincerity and tenderness in this are irresistible, Nicky.
Reviewed by Aberjhani
Pure enchantment in these lines...the reader moves through their wonder even as the dreaming poet moves with quiet precision from one brilliant line to the next...

Much gratitude for the sharing.

Hope your holidays are thrilling, merry, and satisfying in every way,

Aberjhani
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
How very lovingly tender....

Be safe,
Karen
Reviewed by Felix Perry
Visually impacting images that seem to almost float in and out of reality as you bring us along for the ride...

Fee
Reviewed by blue soplain
elemental and basic, illustrating the need at the core. ..
loverly imagetic lines contouring the voice. ..
haunting somehow
ness
Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg
vanishing, disappeared, translucent, melted are all very dreamlike descriptors...love the line "curl around my back like a cape"

Reviewed by H Cruz
enjoyed!
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
On Dreaming just makes intuitive sense. The moth is drawn to the flame in analogy in that which you are drawn into this labyrinth dreamscape. This is written perhaps as a metamorphosis is present in your life. The corridor links fragrance like in a coffee and eucalyptus plantation (wood) where you are maintaining a lover like these plantings to bring back a rainforest - Metaphor of what moisture is under the sheets - pristine as white snowflakes. You've incorporated flight here, Nicky, through the moths and snowflakes? Feathers? Winging it or perhaps about to take new flight? Recycling old into new? Savoring the contents of you, Nicky...

Love,
Sage
Reviewed by Nicky Goodman
ah thanks, dunno though, the moth and the moon weren't supposed to disappear quite so much somehow! dunno, just a drafty draft :o) still tinkering...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Yes, you did write this one in a dreamlike way, interesting that everything has metamorphosed into nothingless, leaving only whisps of things which direct the hand to yours . . .
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
I love the dreamlike wandering of this...perfect!! Your dreams much nicer than mine. :) Well done, Nicky!

(((HUGS))), love and Merry Christmas,

Karla.
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