
WHB . . . Pen & Wash 1957
DREAMLAND
I am led to consider
where it is
that my dreams take me
for when I dream
my world I find
has changed
become condensed
circumscribed by boundaries
which pulse with uncertainty
suppressing perspective
and thereby
concentrating my actions
in broken sequence
now vague somehow
contrary to what is natural
purposeful
yet without intent
and I remain
closeted in an oppressive world
one of vague
and indeterminate outcomes
part hopeful
part fearful
never resolved
always shattered by that rude awakening
which abruptly
without asking
returns my life to a real world
wherein
ill-defined ghosts
stumble into meaning
Great read Roland!
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Much appreciated. Thank you. Vanessa.
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You’re welcome.
Hope you’re well, Roland.
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Yes, fine, thank you.
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Nicely evoked
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So good of you to respond. Thank, Derrick.
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Great writing as always Roland and you tax our minds. It often is so that dreamlife
solves dilemmas or at least point at what is one’s biggest fear, greatest dilemma – or hope.
” Ill defined ghosts stumble into being” .
Miriam
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I feel that dreams should be there to help us resolve our waking dilemmas, but they don’t work like that and remain enigmatic and their meaning ill-defined. I do appreciate and value your comments, Miriam.
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