Poem inspired by the title of Allen Ginsberg’s poetic masterpiece, “Understand that this is a dream.”
Understand that this is a dream
of which the heart knows nothing of,
a corner
where roses a shade of currant red hung
while mournful
these eyes of mine observe what stings
in place of dust,
swirling and lining the atmosphere though never losing hope
that serenity will prevail,
now that vision has cleared and I catch a glimpse
of your smiling face,
soft,
stealing the breath of April,
the sigh that escapes your lips is slow,
almost brooding
yet you look me straight in the eye as though sunshine
the sort that glows
behind patches of grey on a cloudy morning,
tell me,
were you a dove painted black
would you think me shallow enough to cast you aside?
Would you believe yourself unworthy of love?
Tell me, would you be able to see
despite varying circumstances my decision is still the same,
like words
these winds do stir the broken pieces,
reminds that time is akin to a double-edged sword,
if yesteryear was cherry
then present day is cream but first understand that this is a dream.
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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
36 Responses
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these winds do stir the broken pieces,.. that’s a lovely line!
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
It certainly has the mysterious beauty of a dream!
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Whata beautiful monologue this is Sanaa. Isn’t it strange when we experience a dream like this how we don’t wan to leave it as we are caught in it’s spell and are saddened when we wake to find we cannot retrun there.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
“stealing the breath of April” What a line! And the ending is perfect.
Thank you so much, Timoteo 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
tell me,
were you a dove painted black
would you think me shallow enough to cast you aside?
Such a poignant question. I love the play of colour throughout your piece.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh I love the first line being repeated at the end. I can see the straightforward glance, and feel the uncertainty of the person being addressed very well.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Goodness, this is so beautiful.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a lovely dream,, I enjoyed every word,, 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
liked the play of color throughout the poem
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A nice rhythmic tie up in the ending. I love all the vital red mages, straight in the eye through the sun and the black dove.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Amazing- so beautiful Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This one was fun to read, Sanaa. It did require me to back up once in a while (really quite often). My favorite here was parts of two lines, “the sigh that escapes your lips is slow, almost brooding …” Then the questioning near the end was perfectly placed.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the play on color and the puzzles of intrigue you projected~ It was great fun to read!
Thank you so much, Ella 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
It has a slow rhythm to it and the questioning, searching element lends to the dreamlike quality
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Such lovely lines in this, Sanaa. I love the cherries and cream.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I love the lines:
‘stealing the breath of April,
the sigh that escapes your lips is slow’
and
‘these winds do stir the broken pieces,
reminds that time is akin to a double-edged sword,
if yesteryear was cherry
then present day is cream but first understand that this is a dream’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😍 so glad you liked it ❤️
Dreamy, lovely monologue… almost read like an incantation… kept me engaged. 🙂
Thank you so much, Barry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
There is such a poignant and beautiful fluidity of language in this one, Sanaa! Bravo!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️