So, I can tell you
my recurring dreams
are extremely vivid
sometimes, I even wake
feeling as though
I'd never been asleep at all
and in my dreams
I visit the streets of London
where it seems
I'm searching, searching
for him
searching for that one face
the one of my soulmate, no less
the one I've never even met
in full consciousness
the most extraordinary thing is
in my dreams
I can actually feel emotion
can you feel emotion in yours?
I can literally cry tears upon my pillow
I can laugh loud
I can feel my ever expanding smile
and I can also feel grief
did you know, sometimes
I can even see my Angel?
but this one particular dream
always ends the same
I never do find him
I never get to touch his beautiful face
or feel safe in his arms
yet, I feel his presence
I can feel him all around me
whether I'm awake or asleep
serenity surrounds my soul
If you'll pardon my dramatics?
nevertheless
on awakening each morn
there is always an aching
of something missing
but I just get on
with my day
regardless
because that is just what one does...
well, isn't it?
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So relatable. For some reasons, it spoke to my heart. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so much, if my writing speaks to your heart then it truly makes me incredibly humbled and honoured to have shared it. Thank you so much. 🌹
BRAVA POETESS! 🌹😀👍
Oh, what I wouldn't do to see, touch and embrace my soulmate. So very beautiful a write today Teddy. I love it. 🌹
Thank you so much dear A.P I can feel the love my dear friend. 🌹
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Tremendous. I relate totally. I awake heart sick sometimes. Powerful writing, dear Teddy.
Dearest Thomas, thank you so very much. 🌹
Dreams are most intriguing whether natural or metaphoric. Yes I emote in my dreams and have experience time distortion and lucid dreaming. Here in this poem it seems a search for an archetype a soulmate may I be so bold as to say God that is omnipresent, I have never found him either
"but I just get on
with my day
regardless
because that is just what one does...
well, isn't it?"
So nicely finished.
My dear sorrenbarret, I absolutely love your take on my poem, I can assure you as the author, it is in no way about any god, although I love the idea that the reader feels his own omnipresent so to speak. I married a physicist who is also religion free, I truly appreciate your truly wonderful review. Thank you. 🌹
I use the word quite loosely to me god is nature but some psychological theories talk of god being that mental form of a father/mother figure in unconscious form that as mental children we search for and find omnipresent and omniscient. No I did not mean it in the traditional form.
Which ever form is totally acceptable I love the idea that the reader can imagine and decide, for me it's a soulmate lover, however I always have my darling brother in the back of my mind when I write about London and we were very close in age,so it really is open to interpretation dearest sorrenbarret moreover just to have such a lovely conversation about my writing makes me feel truly humbled. 🌹
I too have a recurring dream or rather the setting for a series of dreams, which I don’t intend to relate ‘cos there’s too many of them…. But the setting is an expansive never-ending building – a cross between a large hotel and an ocean liner (sort of) with all those doors……. Fun.
You stirred my imagination Teddy, and I shall hold you responsible if you have managed to evict me from my very comfortable environment.😄
PS: Your picture….Sigh…..
lol I'm evicting you personally, now get your darling muse to write something about your own slumberbashings. How truly wonderful dear Dave, todays picture ......sigh..... You and I and our beloved London. 💙
Have written, Teddy - and that's as far as I'm going. I still, believe it or not , believe in a certain degree of privacy... Besides, PRESENT COMPANY EXCEPTED, I've drifted, almost lost the will to live listening to oldies recounting their complicated dreams as an alternative to talking about their operation...... LOL with a tiny dash of irritation.....😄
lol well most of my work is just fiction I like the shock factor, I rarely indulge in non-fiction , try living in Italy, we talk about the weather the pain in our joints the food and the dust and stink bugs. LoL yeh, come see it all. 🌹
On account of the weather, the occasional pain in my joints (not the food) the dust and definitely the stink bugs (got \'em here too!) I don\'t think I\'ll make it, but do keep your lifeline here open, Teddy.
PS: Happiness is a plate of vego spag.
Dear Teddy. Many is the time I have woken up crying from dreams. Yes, I dream in colour and feel the emotions too. Your words are truly relatable. As to that feeling of emptiness, part of the human condition. I do believe we all experience it at times in our lives. Love your posted image. My birth city. Etched in my heart. Have a beautiful weekend dear poet. 🌹
Thank you dear Cassie, so lovely to read your beautiful review. 🌹
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