top of page

When A Poem Emerges From A Poem


Here's a free-style poem that came from a dream. I worked with the pine trees that appeared to me. I allowed a story to come up as I worked with poetic imagery and by the end of the poem I realized something else was coming forward – the person who stepped over the threshold. Sometimes in dream images there are stories behind stories, other meanings behind what we think is the correct interpretation. Poetry helps me get out of my analytic mind and into a wholistic experience of mind, body, spirit.




The Poem That Came From A Dream:



New Moon




In darkened twilight hours


the new moon


hints of change. Asleep I


shiver with her.



Dreams evoke Sanger’s


fence and gnarly pine trees


broken. Brown cones once wrapped


in green needles gone.



Ancient burly limbs of this


constant musky friend firmly


embraced my younger self. I


climbed, we sat in sync.



Yet, on those branches


sticky amber sap oozes


signs of life still. A


talisman of age-old presence.



A gate opens in the tatty


dream fence. There. In the dawning


a threshold. Awake I


glimmer and step through.



The Poem That Emerged From The Poem:


She Who Steps Through



Thick threads of gray and


white brush her face aglow


with wrinkles of


knowing.



Her eyes glimmer. A


seer’s intensity, at


once composed


and observant.



Talisman of age-old


presence she stands


like the sacred grove,


envisioning what’s hidden.



A soothing smile wrapped


sensuously in moist pink lips.


Soft wizened hands


unfurl, open to the wind.



1 view0 comments

Recent Posts

See All
bottom of page