The Dream

I float through blushing sunset, breathe 
in the surrounding serene. In my mind’s
eye a strong desire arises, ‘to let juvenile
life become a lasting dream.’

Perpetually swaying amid waving water 
lilies, hear rustling behind roof of leaves
dazed by sounds of woodland creatures.
For a second, I thought of running away
but then remembered fear’s a beast that
feeds on attention.

To my delight, the creatures bowed and
played, we feed on cantaloupe in cavern
where we lay. Fragrant gales, embraced 
my naked flesh, I pluck out wildflowers,
and turn them into mesh.

Just then, the soul awakes.

 

 

Photo credits: Henri Rousseau

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

26 Responses

  1. paul scribbles says:

    a delightfully dreamy poem Sanaa..i’m not familiar with the artist but his lions are hilarious.

  2. Kerry O'Connor says:

    This is quite luscious, Sanaa. You have inhabited the painting with all its rigorous colours and textures – part fear and part freedom.

  3. angie says:

    very eden-esque

  4. This was a delight to read and I LOVE the closing line. One of my faves of yours.

  5. Rommy says:

    ” fear’s a beast that
    feeds on attention.”

    Absolutely. I say we starve it and put our attention on other things when we can.

  6. I love the entire poem, especially the last line. In a way, it lets me imagine that even though the soul awoke from the wonderful dream, there is a chance that the flesh can still feel its pleasures.

  7. De Jackson says:

    This is evocative of Eve, for me. Just beautiful.

  8. Luscious words to match the luscious painting. Well done!

  9. grapeling says:

    fears a beast that feeds on attention

    great line ~

  10. hedgewitch says:

    Very vivid and lush.

  11. Rommy says:

    Pooh! I thought for sure I had commented on this. In any case, yes deny the fear beast its food.

  12. Yes, fear is a beast feeding on attention. Such wisdom in this.

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