I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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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 .

23 comments:

  1. 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. very moving and honest - wonderful - K

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

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

    Hank

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

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

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

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

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  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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  12. Aww, this breaks my heart. Sending hugs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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