Waft me gently along the ceiling, dream fairies, as I seek the entrance to another world, where the mist dews freshly on my face, as I soar through the fissure into a true blue dream of sky. Below, the silver sea, a limitless horizon. Brother Eagle on my left, Blue Heron on my right, we fly through clouds and out the other side and now it is the real world, and below there is an oil slick, and we cannot land. Our wings are tired and there is no where safe. Forest fires, floods, an oil-slick sea, and we are laboring now to stay aloft. Just when I think my wings can beat no more, I touch down into my earth-bound bed and surface into morning. I catch only a glimpse of a friendly female ghost, crouching in the corner of my room, smiling at me with wise eyes, just before she fades.
When a friendly female ghost
lurks in your corners
seek the message in her smile.
Oh my. Wonderfully woven words
ReplyDeletemystical, timeless - "surface into morning" is gorgeous. I like when a prosaic poem is then condense in a haiku-like summary.
ReplyDelete"seek the message in her smile." this will stay with me forever....
ReplyDeleteAnd what a wonderful message I am sure it is, Sherry! A calming poem in these difficult times.
ReplyDeleteWow! What a ride! It is late and maybe I am just in that mystic zone but ... this is so original and creative and so me (or, at least me - on the edges of sleep) but ... I find myself about to type something, I don't believe I've ever typed before: I WISH I'D WRITTEN THIS.
ReplyDeleteOh Sherry, this is absolutely breathtaking.. such a sense of calm and peace runs through your verse ❤️ especially adore "where the mist dews freshly on my face, as I soar through the fissure into a true blue dream of sky" sigh.. beautifully executed ❤️
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
through the fissure into a true blue dream of sky... what a fabulous image Sherry.
ReplyDeleteOh what a wonderful dream.. love the sense of sky...
ReplyDeleteThe world certainly needs help from some source other than humanity who are hell bent on Earth's destruction and coincidentally their own.
ReplyDeleteTo dream of blue skies is the best dream - and that end image so beautiful... i think we all have someone special watching over us..
ReplyDeletecool - I like the contrasting styles.
ReplyDeleteand what a breath-taking dream it is! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is other-worldly and I wonder about having no place to land except into a dreamscape for in the dreamscape there is hope.
ReplyDeleteYes, seek the message of her smile for wisdom will follow into reality.
This is absolutely incredible. I am in complete awe of your work. This is definitely one of your finest pieces, as far as I'm concerned.
ReplyDeleteSo many ideas and meanings in this one, Sherry. I mainly see it from above, looking down like the birds on the water.
ReplyDeleteoh how lovely, your other worldy visit
ReplyDeleteSunday Blessings
much love...
Such a sense of freedom in the dream, and trust in the friendly spirit.
ReplyDeleteJust love this Sherry. I do not even see it as a dream but truth speaking in the form of the ghost very nice...bkm
ReplyDeleteA fine poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI love that time between wakefulness and sleep when our souls wander a bit and see things differently--beautiful write Sherry!
ReplyDeleteI touch down into my
ReplyDeleteearth-bound bed and
surface into morning
Modern day living takes a toll on our weak self that we just slump into bed upon coming home. Have that feeling many times Sherry!
Hank
Seeking the message--that seems to be my never-ending pilgrimage!
ReplyDeleteCompletely enthralling – at first with the delightful dream beautifully described, then the sad but too true picture of reality, and finally a mysterious but seemingly hopeful conclusion.
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