DREAM IS A REAL WOMAN
If I dreamt of you waving
to the departing seagulls
disappearing into rolling clouds,
does it mean the world is a gift
I was given on the day
you and your love had ventured
into the unknown night
hand in hand, saying
“He will bring light
to our saddened days?”
Or if I dreamt of blood
coming out of Tara’s pure
scented utpala, soaking
the backseat with blazing
flames of mother-love,
does that mean the Mind
was born Here, not There?
Or does it mean Love
can only appear at the end
of Blood?
I tread the soft silk flowers
made by women who keep me
awake and informed
day and night
when I am in need of water.
The sun is beaming
with different colors
of milk. I recite:
Dream is a real woman
through her resume
of perfections, a secret
hanging at her elongated
earlobe, saying, “I am here.
I am here!”
::
z.z. 11/21/05
[art by mark rothko]
by水滴 发表评论于
如果喜欢，也不要贴到别处，我不喜欢张扬。
ＬＴＧ，等你们三人听完以后，给我删了吧。 这东西影响别人看你的字。
在那个帖子下跟不上，不知什么给我搞坏了。（
LTG 发表评论于
zf,
u r very welcome!!
thank you for understanding....
poetry is meant to be shared ...
poets are bad businessmen/women ...
:))
知凡 发表评论于
所以“真”用引号。。。
there is no "real" or "unreal"...ALL is real!!!! 不仅仅是诗歌。。。
DREAM IS A REAL WOMAN
If I dreamt of you waving
to the departing seagulls
disappearing into rolling clouds,
does it mean the world is a gift
I was given on the day
you and your love had ventured
into the unknown night
hand in hand, saying
“He will bring light
to our saddened days?”
Or if I dreamt of blood
coming out of Tara’s pure
scented utpala, soaking
the backseat with blazing
flames of mother-love,
does that mean the Mind
was born Here, not There?
Or does it mean Love
can only appear at the end
of Blood?
I tread the soft silk flowers
made by women who keep me
awake and informed
day and night
when I am in need of water.
The sun is beaming
with different colors
of milk. I recite:
Dream is a real woman
through her resume
of perfections, a secret
hanging at her elongated
earlobe, saying, “I am here.
I am here!”
::
z.z. 11/21/05
[art by mark rothko]
