In the April of Covid 19
Day 13
“When only the moon rages and the lovers lie abed with all their griefs in their arms”Dylan Thomas
Dreams
Let me lie here encased
in the amber of your darkest dreams
no corpse but that you should feel the warmth
of my breasts beneath your sleeping palm
and taste again my kiss
unwrapped from ice.
Let us be of one mind, sleeper and dream
and deny death at any price.
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Stunning, Kerry!
ReplyDeleteAn epilogue of sorts. thanks, Kim.
DeleteThis is exquisite in every sense of the word, Kerry!😍😍 You give voice to so many emotions here. Especially love; "taste again my kiss unwrapped from ice."💘
ReplyDeleteTrying to have both deaths and entrances in this one. Thanks, Sanaa.
DeleteOh fine, stay away for a while, say you're burned out on poetry and then come back and start setting the page on fire. Geez louise but this is strong. The final four lines just grab you and shake you.
ReplyDeleteI've been here since April 1... Haha! Reigniting the old flames.
DeleteA fine use of the metaphor, to be in the amber of someone else's dream, again defiant, resistant, and one feels, at least in some things, quite triumphant. You have found a way to take these little nudges of words and prompts to your heart, and return them to our hearts, our troubled world for comfort.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that, Joy. I have had a lot of help from prompts, words and of course, rereading Dylan Thomas this month. So glad you have enjoyed these brief poetic notes, more a way of documenting my thought process through this torrid April.
DeleteThe first two lines left me shivering... and hoping the dreamer dreams some really nice dark dreams. It also left me nodding. Because I definitely understand that when the worse becomes now, the company of our loves can change any setting.
ReplyDeleteYes, absolutely, Magaly. This was a super challenge.
DeleteOh to deny death...It swirls in the air we breathe, and yet I want to slip into dreams where I don't have to fear touch. Beautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteThis time has certainly made one re-evaluate the physical aspect of love and intimacy. I believe real ties that bind are subconscious, 'a marriage of true minds'.
DeleteI love this... to be the amber of someone's darkest dreams has to be the closest thing to true love I have ever heard.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Bjorn. I appreciate your heartfelt response.
DeletePleasant dreams, Kerry. I can feel the warmth of those two, kind of makes me want to be a woman. (Shivers)
ReplyDeleteI fixed my omission, I had meant to come back and the reference but I forgot all about doing that. Thank you very much for pointing it out. But since I just wanted a rabbit I took another that I had taken, of a rabbit taped to a small purple bag of cookies left on our doorstep. And claimed it form my own there.
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Thank you, Jim.
DeleteWow! I love the vibrancy of your voice in this one, and what imagery!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. It reminds me how grateful I am to sleep and dream next to my spouse of 50 years....and most especially since I almost lost him 6 years ago to a cardiac arrest. And now, we are grateful for every day.
ReplyDeleteLying in the amber of your darkest dream....a beautiful line.
I do sense a death and a beginning here as well.
another simple and full piece, one that sings and singes - in the best of ways, with unspoken breath! it's just tremendous and so evocative .... those opening lines just draw us in, like a moth to a flame - wow!
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