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Dreamspeak
by Anita MacI think you share that corner of my mind
that registers between
a dingy motel room and
a field of soft grass and wild flowers.
I think I saw you there last night,
non-toxic tick repellent in hand.
You whispered your eccentric tongue
in my ear as I drifted off
to strange dreamlands
more clever and foreign
than my own,
guided by your
gentle… and insistent
caresses
to a part of myself
long neglected.
Teach me
the secrets of your language.
04/02/2009 Posted on 04/03/2009
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/03/09 at 06:52 AM Aloha Anita...thank you for stopping by and for your kind comments. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts regarding my work at your convenience, of course. Reading through this one, I loved where the emotions in this one took me. I loved the ethereal quality of the words used... I will be back soon. alisa |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/03/09 at 07:32 PM I was inclined to suggest that this is something of a departure, but I read 'Today' & 'Santuary' and recognised similar sensual passages of play at work -- an intimacy that caresses the ear. Intriguing opening; by contrast and implicit attributions. Predictably, I'm besotted with your title :) It seems language is not a part of you that's suffered neglect...dreamspoken indeed. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/16/15 at 03:17 PM This poem spoke to me beginning with the title. I've had this mornings dream lingering so to find this, today of all days, added to the sense of things wrapping up that have been left undone for a long time in my life. Thank you. Excellent POTD and highest marks. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/16/15 at 07:48 PM Gorgeous...vivid and dreamy all at the same time... |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/19/15 at 12:06 PM Are those secrets taught, or do they spontaneously emerge when latent linguists coalesce? |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 09/18/17 at 05:34 PM wonderfully evocative. :) |
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