A DREAM CATALOG: These are poems about night, darkness, dreams, visions and nightmares.
Deliver Us...
by Michael R. Burch
for my mother, Christine Ena Burch
The night is dark and scary—
under your bed, or upon it.
That blazing light might be a star...
or maybe the Final Comet.
But two things are sure: your mother's love
and your puppy's kisses, doggonit!
Remembering Not to Call
by Michael R. Burch
a villanelle permitting mourning, for my mother, Christine Ena Burch
The hardest thing of all,
after telling her everything,
is remembering not to call.
Now the phone hanging on the wall
will never announce her ring:
the hardest thing of all
for children, however tall.
And the hardest thing this spring
will be remembering not to call
the one who was everything.
That the songbirds will nevermore sing
is the hardest thing of all
for those who once listened, in thrall,
and welcomed the message they bring,
since they won't remember to call.
And the hardest thing this fall
will be a number with no one to ring.
No, the hardest thing of all
is remembering NOT to call.
Dark Twin
by Michael R. Burch
You come to me
out of the sun—
my dark twin, unreal...
And you are always near
although I cannot touch you;
although I trample you, you cannot feel...
And we cannot be parted,
nor can we ever meet
except at the feet.
See
by Michael R. Burch
for my mother, Christine Ena Burch
See how her hair has thinned: it doesn't seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are gentler now; see how each wrinkle laughs,
and deepens on itself, as though mirth took
some comfort there, then burrowed deeply in,
outlasting winter. See how very thin
her features are—that time has made more spare,
so that each bone shows, elegant and rare.
For life remains undimmed in her grave eyes,
and courage in her still-delighted looks:
each face presented like a picture book's.
Bemused, she blows us undismayed goodbyes.
Keywords/Tags: dark, darkness, dark side, dark blue, cobalt, night, nightfall, nighttime, good night, nightingale, bedtime, nightmares, dream, dreams, dreaming, dream girl, dream time, dreams, love and dreams
Published as the collection 'A Dream Catalog'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark twin i feel is something like Mr Hyde and Dr Jekyll....if I'm right we all have this unpartable tein within whom we trample underfoot always.