Thursday, July 22, 2021

In My Dreaming

 I've been incubating this poem for a long time... years, I think. The impulse I describe at the beginning was a real sensation that took place as I awoke each morning. I felt like someone, or something, was near me... breathing or sighing. I could hear it, but I could not sense it in any other way. It happened for a while, and then it didn't. I can't explain it more than that. 

After a while the idea came to me that I'm working on in this poem.  This week I decided to play with it again, and I sense it coming along.  To be honest, I'm still changing a word here and there. But, I just read that Donald Hall would write and rewrite his poems 100 or more times... so who knows... maybe I'll start all over again.

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In My Dreaming

In my dreaming
just near morning
at the very cusp
of sleep
there are whispers
there are flutters
there is sighing
from the deep

There is stirring
in its passage
like waves lapping
on a beach...
Might this restlessness
this rhythm
hold some magic
in its reach?

Do these whispers
signal fervor
like a zephyr
in the gloom?
Could this cadence
be a poem
eager for its
words to bloom?

© Karen Eastlund

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Thursday, July 8, 2021

A Resume Poem Revisited

 Hi All...

It is Friday... you guessed it, it's 

I decided to revisit a poem I wrote in a zoom class with Georgia Heard. I've tweaked it a little... see what you think...

Well, that's it for this week. The Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Margaret at Reflections on the Teche. Don't miss her Eight Reasons to Take a Walk...