In my dream, I am looking down upon myself
Covered with white, yellow and red petals
The contours of my face
Reveal an inner tranquility:
Almost as if I were dead
Yet beaming
With the fragrance of the approaching dawn
Sent from the within womb of creation’s design
In an instant, I am looking through the petaloid
Configuration of passing memories
And I can see a montage of my life’s events
And I can feel the unknown wonder
Arising from within the colors of my dream’s emotion
It is here in this dream,
In this membrane
Where my soul rests,
Where I touch the deepest stars
And embody the growing matter of my being,
I rise from the foreign soil
Of all that I will ever become
Want to review or comment on this poem?
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Reviews of "Dream Scene (v) ... Foreign Soil Revisited"
Reviewed by Divinity 11 (Reader)
Reviewed on October 3, 2005
marvelous and strangely coincidental...i woke up this morning and as i got out of bed my head was FILLED with memories, and the sense of doing it all over and over again....only the settings were different..and here i am in another age
This speaks so eloquently of birth and rebirth, creation and recreation. Excellent poetic expression, Jude. Keep touching those stars and resting in the expanding and many-colored skies, which surely are your home. Dawn
Well, this sure paints me rainbow as you fingerpaint your ways of tomorrow, leaving us breathless on the way! What a picture - reminds me of Anne Geddes "flower babies"! :)) Such innocence coupled with a spiritual maturity as the process of death and resurrection are together fully welcomed and embraced. Love the specificity of "this dream, this membrane", which somehow sets this apart from all the rest of your Dream Sequences as being the place, the dream, where your soul is in total equilibrium. Another "Paradise" write, harnessing spiritual transcendence with a sensual fecundity. This is fertile and vigorous, combining a sense of both male and female experience and aspiration. Communion of life's design indeed, and of Creator with Created. WTG, Jude! LOL K xx
Reminds me of the visions of the buffalo in Blackfeet lore, minus the black buffalo(rise of evil powers/plagues). These are my interpretations, of course. Red/war;sunset;bloodshed, Yellow/new dawn;intellect over brawn, White/peace;harmony;unification. Seems like your path is clear to you, Jude...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 21, 2005
What do aussies know. We taught them all they know. And we fibbed.. .
Red=Love
Yellow=Friendship
White=purity.
Foreign soil. Prolly what the Irish brought over..
A diving into the ontological sea to scan emotions and thoughts...
"Dream Scene (v) ... Foreign Soil Revisited" fulfills the poetic tasks, and adds a wise page to The Major Art.
I salute You, Poet!
Thank You for enriching the
AMERICAN FINE LETTERS.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 20, 2005
It is unusual for males to dream in colour. wonderful! and to remember! Red/Yellow/White are strongly connected with energy and Spiritual energies. A teacher no surprise :-) Wonderful that you are seeing/feeling movement and rebirth. Even better that you are smiling again :-) Thnaks for this uplifting sharing of your heart and soul.
A dream where past and future meet allowing a peek into the mystique of all you will become.The flower petals a sign of colorful beauty on a bed of salubrity! Signs show a prospect to eagerly anticipate!
Wonderful images superbly expressed in this poem!
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
A Collection of Voices from Around the World is more than just a poetry compilation. It is a partnership of poets from around the globe brought together by an internet poetry forum. That forum, poetrypages.com, has been the home of many a fine poet s
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Red=Love
Yellow=Friendship
White=purity.
Foreign soil. Prolly what the Irish brought over..
peace,
carolyn
I'd say you crave a little food, feel a little crazed, but are touched by pure opulence.
Red...Hunger
Yellow....An aggrovation
White...Pure clean serene
;) Superb Write Jude
Ch'erie
Felix
Wow!!
Love Tinka
Reindeer
A diving into the ontological sea to scan emotions and thoughts...
"Dream Scene (v) ... Foreign Soil Revisited" fulfills the poetic tasks, and adds a wise page to The Major Art.
I salute You, Poet!
Thank You for enriching the
AMERICAN FINE LETTERS.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Wonderful images superbly expressed in this poem!
Eileen
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)