In Question
I am the woman
in the question
in the dream
that only dreams can answer
the promise
in the stem
before the bud
that only a rose remembers
the fragrance
of the jasmine
in the night
when darkness claims the flower.
I am the sun
that clouds encipher,
the star whose face
is cancelled;
only losing
rain and coming night
reveal my light.
I am the woman
in the question
in the dream.
~April 2017
Images by Odilon Redon, Public domain, manipulated:
The Breath which Leads All Beings is also in The Spheres (Le souffle qui conduit les êtres est aussi dans les sphères) 1882
Cup of Cognition~Child with Cup ( La Coupe du Devenir (L'Enfant a la Coupe)
the cipher in the enigma in the cryptic in the shadow. the circularity is quite effective - poem as tautology, as it were - and yes, dreamlike, invoking that sense of wonder I suspect we all feel when (mis)remembering a dream woman. at least for me. ~
ReplyDeleteThis reads like something spoken in a dream, and upon waking, one is trying to remember "What was that she said? What did it mean?" but it just keeps slipping away.
ReplyDelete...the end of a day, before the new dawn
ReplyDeleteThere's a bit of the Surrealist address here, Jimenez or Machado as they echo in my reading's ear. An iteration cogent in the well-water of the dream, iterating an etymology of the aging song--whence it came from, what it engenders. Seen and unseen dance in the dapple, rising from and settling with the waking dreamer's statement. Moon-flowers must unfurl their trumpets in this light. Amen.
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