Friday, August 18, 2006


when the night
opens its darkened door
to dreaming

and the stars
fold over on themselves
to pour down

and the moon
swims a gleaming backstroke
over cloud caps

what seas fill
your sleeping eyes
and bring

forgotten things remembered
things never known
comfortable to be seen

in the soft flashes
and luminous tears
of sleeping memory —

watch how they
scatter at the bright sound
of the gates of dawn

and lose themselves in
the dissipating fog
of waking


Blogger Pat Paulk said...

I float in the dreamscape of swimming moons and gentle stars, to be scattered by dawn like startled birds...Love how this flows with such easy and rich images!! Sweat and grind, or inspired muse?

8/18/2006 12:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ok I'm bad with commenting but I have been enjoying your excellent poems

8/18/2006 5:41 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Oh, my. I should recite this as a benediction to my dreaming self before going to sleep.

I would like to have some Big Fat Juicy Mythic Dreams -- lately, mostly have been having dreams-as-filing-cabinets-for-waking-life rather than as Magic Carpets or Shamanic Smoke-Ladders.

Well, thanks tons for this dreamy poem. Now off to sleep, perchance to...

8/18/2006 8:44 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

MB, you are so sensitive to every nuance, every shift, every moment life holds. I love how the poetry allows us to examine even the ordinary and see it suddenly as magical. This is beautiful. :)

8/19/2006 3:46 AM  
Blogger Brenda Clews said...

Oh, MB, this is a beautiful, beautiful lullaby - that you could sing it to us! I mean, you do, by posting, but your voice, it would be so magical. Sorry! I love it...

8/19/2006 9:54 AM  
Blogger moira said...

Just beautiful. Generous of you to share these with us.

8/19/2006 11:30 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

This would have been so good to wake up to. Yet, I feel as if I am still foggy from sleep and dreams, as the light opens the day up for me.

8/19/2006 2:06 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

i just love the way you write... i feel like i'm floating in all the lovely white space around them too.

8/19/2006 8:52 PM  
Blogger Zhoen said...

A singable lullabye indeed. (Except, and I hate to even mention, the word 'backstroke'. Those double hard c's wake me up.)

8/20/2006 6:56 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

A lovely circle of thoughts almost like the beginning of a story

8/20/2006 9:45 AM  
Blogger Yes said...

I loved "backstroke" woke me up in a good way--to each her own!
It is a vivid image of what the moon often does, swimming through the sky, sometimes you would swear she was going backwards while the clouds stand still...

8/20/2006 6:56 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

Love the image of the night opening its darkened door. It's just after eleven and I can almost feel it happening...

8/20/2006 8:11 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

Very nice. I'm afraid it nearly put me back to sleep again this morning!

8/21/2006 3:27 AM  
Blogger floots said...

love it all but that final stanza is perfect
sums up the elusive intangibility
of those evaporating images
thank you

8/21/2006 11:09 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Pat, thank you! It mostly flowed of its own accord, but took a effort to pull together.

Cathy, thank you so much for letting me know. It means a lot to me to know you read them and get something out of it.

Lori, ay, there's the rub — so many dreams involve filing cabinets and price tags rather than the inspirations we wish for. But it's all fodder in the end... for something!

Sky, thank you very much. I like to take things I know and try to just dig a little deeper.

Brenda, thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it and "heard" the singing in it.

Moira, I'm grateful to have you reading them.

Mermaid, there are some kinds of fog that take a while to dissipate. In those situations, patience is crucial. Patience, love and understanding. It won't last forever.

Snowsparkle, thanks. Trust you to pick up on the white space!

Zhoen, you pinpointed a stanza that I worked on from a few different angles and, for better or worse, settled on this one.

Sue, I'm glad you saw it that way. Dreams are stories, aren't they?

Firebird, as I mentioned to Zhoen, I worked that bit a few different ways. Thanks.

Patry, anything can happen when night opens its darkened door!

Leslee, thank you!

Floots, so nice to have you stop by. Thank you very much.

8/21/2006 8:03 PM  
Blogger chuck said...

oooh...This is delicious!

8/23/2006 10:04 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Chuck, glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by!

8/25/2006 9:31 AM  

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