Coincidence Poem by David Berman

Such an interesting sonnet..... Thanks for posting...

I thought the dream an impetus to phone, And when I did, the first words that you spoke, Through sobs, were that your cat had died. Beautiful poem.. thanks for sharing it.10.

Such an interesting write. Beautiful presentation. Thanks for sharing and congratulation for the poem of the day.

The content here I'm not especially enthralled by. But the technique is fabulous. Some of the lines end in such wonderfully misleading ways that generate one thought or expectation before turning into something else with the words on the next line. Being lead down this wonderfully intricate path having to look forward and back to follow meaning while other meanings accrue almost on their own so distracted me that I only have noticed the regularity of the rhyme scheme. A couple rhymes jumped out but others are subtle and recede gently into the composition only half-noticed, or even less so. The technique is so exquisite it requires a second reading to savor what was first perceived and then to further take in the other delights, so dense but magically simple is the whole. Only going back to specifically unravel the rhyme scheme did I notice that this poem is composed as a sonnet. And only now, do I apprehend the exquisite match between the form and content, the allusions and complexities of what is coincidence and what is not. What is real in terms of cause and effect and what connections the mind makes because it's so far out in front of what we can consciously be aware of. Astonishing really.

A wake up dream, a phone call, a death; all in a consecution, knitted in to a sonnet. Question remain unanswered in reader's mind as well; is it just coincidence? Thanks for sharing.

For mystical solutions to make sense Of how a dream disturbed more than my sleep— A dream in which you sat bolt upright on A Windsor chair and wore a long blue dress a fine poem. tony

And on your visage bore a dark distress And said your dog was dead? When I awoke, I thought the dream an impetus to phone, And when I did, the first words that you spoke, Through sobs, were that your cat had died. A funny poem. Amazing.10

For mystical solutions to make sense Of how a dream disturbed more than my sleep— A dream in which you sat bolt upright on Yes at times dreams are hard to explain. Nice work. 10

Hard to explain! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

I thought the dream an impetus to phone, And when I did, the first words that you spoke, Through sobs, were that your cat had died. ...is very nice. Enjoyed. Congrats.