I Dream

surreal-pink-fantasy-trees-ravens-flying-kathy-fornalI never yield to intimidation

In comparison to my own

All incendiary critique pales


I know who I am

Though sometimes

I lack the means

To reap potential


If a sickle I’d be a moon

Half undressed

So I could indulge

To my heart’s content

The poetry

Of interstellar passage


The ghost of metronome

Relinquishes my steps

I am borrowed and blue

Elbow deep in the yellow pages

Sometimes a girl needs help

Defining her priorities


I am not the sensible sort

I’ve always sought

Instinct over provision

Love is everything

It’s the epoxy that holds

My molecules steadfast


I dream, I dream, I dream

Were I a writer others might

Know my heart as I have

Always known her,

In opposition to intellect,

My mind is unwilling to suffer

For the sake of accomplishment

She is content with her gavel and scale

Content to judge and measure

In complete isolation


My muscles twitch indignantly

But rationalization objects

You’re sick, you’re tired, you’re lazy.

Sometimes I resent homeostasis

To move through wind showers

And arbitration because I felt

Inspired by the presence

Of a disembodied voice

Welling up artlessly within

That is my highest ideal

That is the poet serving

Virtuously as vessel

To the muse most adored


Lately I’ve written without a single thought in my head. It’s not that I don’t have thoughts, it’s not that I’ve stopped feeding my intellectual curiosity, and it’s certainly not I’ve stopped picking at my scabs. It’s simply that when I write I am unscrewing all the valves and letting the words pour out uninterrupted. I want to see what happens when I don’t judge and criticize myself relentlessly while composing a poem. What happens when I just let my heart speak for itself? At the moment writing it very Zen and very liberating.

32 responses to “I Dream

  1. This poem felt a little bit different, more Zen as you write so yourself, but You in your entirety are still felt through it. I also loved the lenght, this was my favourite part :”She is content with her gavel and scale

    Content to judge and measure

    In complete isolation”

  2. i would not mind being the moon and indulging in the interstellar….smiles….and love is def the epoxy that keeps us together…i think it feels good to cut loose and just let the heart speak….

  3. Love the transition from Lack of means to reap to “If a sickle.” How the narrator scythes herself here … content with the part that judges, moving closer to moon, oh …. defining, it is so hard to let go into the flow of interstellular to become the vessel occasionally. I feel this most intimately.

  4. Very deep reflections, clearly the zen style suits you and is opening something very profound in you my friend (not that you weren’t profound before!!). Oh, and the photo this time is sublime!! 🙂 🙂

  5. I love this. It amazes that you say you are writing it without a thought in your head. Clearly it works for you!!

    Love is everything

    It’s the epoxy that holds

    My molecules steadfast

    ….so beautiful….so true.

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