Mary Havran

Reflections On A Recurring Dream

Floating downstream ...
... or upstream?
Light flashing through gapes in the over-hanging tree branches
... or from Pulsars whirling in some distant galaxy?
Colors blazing
Nature displaying the abundance of its’ pallet
... or mind’s eye imagining colors never seen?
Textures untouched yet felt
Sounds unheard yet sensed
With features morphing
Strangers... for the moment
Known and loved
Friend and enemy
Faces from the past
... or from the future?

Marionette-like movements

I move
Things move past me
Floating downstream or upstream?

In slow motion
My feet are stones
I claw at objects trying to propel myself through molasses atmosphere

I work so hard to fly
Someone sees me up here above the trees and points
I flap harder intuitively aware that I must not be caught doing the impossible

Brushing rustling leaves
Gliding barely above trees
... Just High enough to feel safe.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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Comments about Reflections On A Recurring Dream by Mary Havran

  • Katy Fulker (1/3/2008 3:42:00 AM)

    Vivid and enticing - it ensnares the reader...

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  • Manne Iqakame (11/7/2007 9:17:00 PM)

    I think I had this same dream.

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