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21 June 2013

The Widow Dreams

(sedoka)

My dreams come back now
telling colourful stories
that I remember, waking.

No dreams when you lived:
my mind too full of care.  Now:
dreams don’t bring you back to life.


Samuel Peralta, over at dVerse Poets Pub, challenges us to try a sedoka, an ancient Japanese form now seldom used. For more details, visit today's dVerse Form for All .
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23 comments:

  1. Brian Miller21 June 2013 at 08:14

    mmm...no need for dreams before as life was too full...you have a couple turns in this one rosemary...again, felt.

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  2. Anonymous21 June 2013 at 08:32

    very moving and honest - wonderful - K

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  3. Jeff21 June 2013 at 09:47

    This grabs the heart--so painfully, beautifully, compassionately written.

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  4. kaykuala21 June 2013 at 10:12

    Dream can be enchanting. It makes for wanting a start for wonderful things to come. Nicely Rosemary!

    Hank

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  5. Scarlet21 June 2013 at 10:14

    How sad ~ Sometimes we appreciate our loved one more when they are gone ~

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  6. Anonymous21 June 2013 at 10:16

    So sorrowful and lovely. So well noticed. Great job, Rosemary.

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  7. WabiSabi21 June 2013 at 11:18

    Heartfelt descriptions of then and now....So much pain behind the words...Sedoka - A Summer Love Poem

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  8. Semaphore21 June 2013 at 14:13

    So simple, and yet so powerful. This poem underlines how effective a sedoka can be, how able it is to set a framework for such emotions as joy, and sorrow.

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  9. kelvin s.m.21 June 2013 at 16:42

    ...Rosemary, your sedoka bring forth lines from poetry of Pablo Neruda: ...to love is so short... to forget is so long... the missing is very tangible here... how sad to think he can only live in your yesterdays... smiles... this has touched me in so many levels... an effective sedoka...excellent!

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  10. brudberg21 June 2013 at 17:38

    Dreams are not needed until reality shatters .. lovely sentiment in this poem

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  11. Unknown21 June 2013 at 19:01

    Pensive and moving.

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  12. Janine Bollée21 June 2013 at 19:11

    Condensed and crystalized as this may be, it reveals so many facets of your life as is. And in a way, the dreams provide a little bit of consolation. I reckon your brain is doing its utmost to support you.

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  13. Laurie Kolp21 June 2013 at 22:29

    Aww, this breaks my heart. Sending hugs.

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  14. Wolfsrosebud21 June 2013 at 23:00

    sad yet tells the true story

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  15. vb holmes22 June 2013 at 07:50

    Hopefully, the healing has started with the return of some dreams and the ability to acknowledge those that are still suppressed. Lovely words.

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  16. Rosemary Nissen-Wade22 June 2013 at 08:14

    Thank you all. I very much appreciate all the comments.

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  17. Victoria22 June 2013 at 10:03

    Rosemary, this got to me. As my husband and I age I can't help but identify with this. Loss is such a part of our reality now, isn't it? Beautifully expressed.

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  18. Jennifer Wagner22 June 2013 at 11:23

    Oh this is poignant Rosemary. So well written in this form.

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  19. Anonymous22 June 2013 at 11:49

    Ah, sad. Beautiful, but sad. This type of loss so terrible. Take care, k.

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  20. Anonymous22 June 2013 at 11:58

    Very melancholy. Wonderfully written, but melancholy all the same. Great job on the form. -Mike

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  21. Susan22 June 2013 at 12:12

    aw.... But perhaps the return of dreams is his gift. Stark and daring.Beautiful.

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  22. Claudia22 June 2013 at 18:42

    this is a felt write rosemary... the dreams that you don't allowed yourself because of the care... but now even if they cannot bring him back, i can imagine how precious they are for you

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  23. ninotaziz23 June 2013 at 00:18

    Absolutely beautiful. Dreams have a way of expressing our innermost thoughts. And we can deny them, or let them in.

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