A Dream Song
(For Nature)
Stark black limbs segment
The blazing green eye
Into fractured shards
Of cool purple sky
In lucid wet dreams
Where meaning is dry,
Where sirens of silence
Moan out lusty songs,
Where violet and sticky
Blackberry prongs
Drip sweet, sweet music,
Juicy dark music,
Into syrupy air
Stirring apparitions
And images where
Slippery backed frogs
Ride moist red fern fronds,
And damp morning breezes
Wave thin cattail wands,
As swallows snip gnats
Over frowzy brown ponds,
Where terrors wake sleepers
From dreams dripping sweat
And fantastic scenes
They will all soon forget.
When inspiration is lacking, and it has been a dry, dry spell for a while, I always return to my old poems, old ideas, and old dreams. I do not specifically remember what poem I have stolen from for this short, extremely song-like verse, but it doesn't matter. The original was in unrhymed free verse (Yes, I used to write a lot of free verse.), and this one is not unrhymed. It has no regular meter except, perhaps accidentally from what was in my head.
I haven't written or published anything in quite a while, and this seems to be affecting my readership. Only three readers looked at my previous offering. If you are not liking what I am writing, please let me know. Perhaps, your instigation might inspire me.
Today's picture was taken at Alley Spring Mill a few weeks ago when Kellie, Sarah, and I went on a hike at Greer Spring then drove on to Eminence to eat and found the restaurant where we wanted to eat was closed. Still, we looked around and showed Sarah a few sites she had not seen. The area is really pretty neat. ENJOY!