I like the idea of poetry being a dream language. It allows for layers of the real. Of course, the psyche is such a deep well, one needs to be a bit careful. If I don’t know what’s going on in there, neither will the reader. Thanks as always, Ronald!
To see or dream what you see is to paint a picture memory of the moment that happened so quickly.
The harbor seal a gift from one that nudges you to remember.
Dreams are such fertile material for poets. And maybe that's part of the magic of poetry, framing reality in dream language?
I like the idea of poetry being a dream language. It allows for layers of the real. Of course, the psyche is such a deep well, one needs to be a bit careful. If I don’t know what’s going on in there, neither will the reader. Thanks as always, Ronald!
Poetry a vehicle to explore the dreamscape of the psyche?
Yes, expresses my experience with a seal on Aran. Beautifully
Fantastic! Yours a reality, mine a dream. Is there a difference? :-)
Very nice. But must confess, after reading feel very pleasingly sleepy, here still in bed, late morning, beside my dear harbor seal.
Hmm. That in-between state, the creative sweet spot, I think. Thanks, KR!
So lovely. And that quote by George Wesley Bellows about the Last Supper was hilarious (and such a good point).
Thanks, Margaret, and yes, I just had to include the quote. Applies as much to writing, I think.
Sealed! Gorgeous
Thank you, Rafa!
Black moon eyes 💚 lovely
Glad you like that one, Mike!
So beautiful, Alan! 🖤
Thank you, Fotini! Just read your Note about poems being 'unfinished'. So very true.
Very beautiful. Haunted....
Thanks so much, David, and for stopping by.