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10 October 2015

The Man in My Dream

Strangers, we recognised each other.
I can see him clearly now
(no-one I know in life –
not yet).

I can see him clearly now,
talking with me by the rock wall,
out of sight of the others.

No-one I know in life
contains that calm awareness.
Acknowledging, we nevertheless agreed –

not yet.
A brief, quiet parting, without embrace;
traversing different ways of the dreamscape.


At dVerse, in Meeting the Bar, Mary invites us to try the trimeric form.
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14 comments:

  1. Grace10 October 2015 at 12:41

    An interesting dreamscape ~ Perhaps, who knows, someday you will meet again ~

    Thanks for trying out this form Rosemary ~

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  2. Anonymous10 October 2015 at 13:07

    Like the brackets.. they add a very interesting touch to the whole poem!

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  3. Debi Swim10 October 2015 at 14:14

    traversing different ways of the dreamscape.... lovely, hope for sequel.


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  4. Sumana Roy10 October 2015 at 14:52

    a beautiful dreamscape...

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  5. brudberg10 October 2015 at 17:16

    I think you managed very well to have the shifted lines shift meaning doe to context. The brackets help so much...

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  6. Mary10 October 2015 at 23:23

    Wow! This is wonderful, Rosemary. Your poem really demonstrates the effectiveness of the trimeric form. Not yet --- but I hope..... Smiles!

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade11 October 2015 at 00:01

      Thank you, Mary, for the kind words, and also for the hope – but first he would have to manifest into real life, and I don't have any evidence that he even exists here!

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  7. Gabriella10 October 2015 at 23:44

    Effective and beautiful use of the form. I like how you blur the lines between reality and dreams.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade10 October 2015 at 23:57

      Thank you for the kind words, Gabriella.

      This was in fact entirely a dream.

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  8. Sanaa Rizvi11 October 2015 at 00:04

    Such vivid images here :D loved the closing lines.. Beautifully put :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky11 October 2015 at 02:07

    Such an intriguing poem - and dream. Beautifully done, Rosemary.

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  10. Katie Mia Frederick11 October 2015 at 02:10

    Eternity swims sweet refrain..
    All ocean fish
    So many more
    Infinite connections..

    All ocean fish
    passers by
    greet each other

    So many more
    connections stronger
    pleasing eYes dreams

    Infinite connections
    no time now..
    All we Eyes..:)

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  11. Bodhirose11 October 2015 at 04:55

    It would be pretty amazing if you came face to face with this stranger in real life someday...you never know! I like your dreamscape poem...the form suited it well, Rosemary.

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  12. Glenn Buttkus11 October 2015 at 10:03

    So much synchronicity about, what a lovely thought that your dream-dude could be knocking at your door wanting to read a meter or solicit your vote; or maybe lurks just below your consciousness because he is a friend & lover from a past life; intriguing.

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