I recently received a gift,
a blank book
In its first page I wrote:
"This book will be full of dreams
Dreams can turn into reality
But... What is real?
Hopefully, regardless of the real events
that follow, it is I who will become
more and more real
enough to see my true colors
blazing from the mirrors
in my spirit, my mind."
Here I am today
I don't know what to write in my book
My dreams are so big
They don't fit in its pages
They're also so small
They seem invisible
The real me I'm becoming
evolves in slow motion
like tiny ink drops
dripping gently into life
So the written pages in my book
will make no sense
because I dream
in sign language,
untranslatable paradox
(for Poets United.)
I feel like this as change is swirling about me....
ReplyDelete'My dreams are so big
They don't fit in its pages
They're also so small
They seem invisible
The real me I'm becoming
evolves in slow motion
like tiny ink drops
dripping gently into life'
Really a fabulous poem Myrna!
Oh, I like this piece so much - it really resonated with me. Many years ago, I started a book of dreams, but I eventually destroyed it. It seemed so grand in the context of my ordinary little life. But, with age, comes a bit of wisdom (oh so we like to believe, smiles)... and, I have come to understand, that dreams - like many things in life - are all about the journey.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of dreaming in sign language. I resonate with "some dreams are so big....they're also so small." Love this one, Myrna.
ReplyDeleteThis is so true... how can we ever capture the dreams in words... maybe we should write words that make us dream instead... Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteSuch a touching poem Myrna :D I agree with Bjorn, dreams are such which can not be listed with words. Beautifully executed.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the way you so often share your dreams, pinning them down in words. More successfully than many.
Ah, but it's gorgeous! Do you not write your dreams in poetry? (Smile.)
ReplyDeletebecause I dream
ReplyDeletein sign language,
untranslatable paradox... that's beautiful! What a great poem to start your book!
because I dream
ReplyDeletein sign language,
untranslatable paradox... so beautiful..what a great poem to start off your book.
Dreams are nebulous things. So often they are smaller than seeds. But seeds need to watered after planting, weeded from choking other things that can destroy their life spring. You can do all of that in your book, simply nurture the small dreams and watch them flourish,
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i also believe that the depth of our being, the real me is beyond words...such an insightful poem Myrna...
ReplyDeleteI've so many of those little books, started, unfinished, though quite often filled with words if not dreams. Maybe I get some of my posing and "if onlys" out in them, so--as you say--the little ink begins to make me more real. (I couldn't help thinking of Tinkerbell.)
ReplyDeleteThe honesty of your writing is so refreshing Myrna - and speaks volumes perhaps the best notebooks remain empty..dreams as you say can't be confined in words alone..
ReplyDeleteAh, so often I have acquired blank books and had big dreams about what I will write in them...and these dreams fall by the wayside. Indeed sometimes dreams are so big they cannot be contained on a page, and also sometimes they unveil themselves one letter at a time... I like the idea of sin language as well!
ReplyDeleteYour book has a pretty cover, but what strikes me most about is that anyone would choose to write with a pen. I taught myself to type—the right way, not hunt and peck—in the 1970s, I never wrote with a pen again except for greeting cards and grocery lists. Even when I traveled, I took along my typewriter for journaling. Now, I only have a desktop computer, but since I don’t travel anymore it works out.
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