A wonderful warm windstorm dream crossing clouds but calmer now. Fortunately, your hens far and near clucking, cooking, cleaning. And you have sense to capture , love this “the frantic dog’s breakfast clouds with photo and have second thoughts about pulling the nutritious weeds in the kitchen tiles before enjoying your coffee.
This poem catches the strangeness that is morning when you're still groggy and there's still a fuzz between dream and wakefulness. I like that.
One thing I like about poetry is that it tries to convey a lot with word choice and pairing things down to essentials. I'd like to see you rewrite this poem and cut at it with a chainsaw trying to prune it down to the words that must be there and no others.
I like this poem because I want to play with it, but finding it here, I feel like it's someone else's toy. Something you should ask before touching.
Thank you, Mike, I appreciate the constructive (and deconstructive) suggestions, gently offered. I’ll revisit it soon, with some pruning shears if not a chainsaw, and see.
Another morning dandy, Jonathan. And another dream inspired piece. First couches and nuclear sites, now mothers and kitchens. What's going on in that subconscious of yours?... aside from delightful inspiration of course.
That is a great photo but an even better poem. Only you could contort a possible nightmare and transform it into a scene of marital bliss.
Thank you, Stan. Your comments never fail to put a smile on my face.
Thanks, I’m glad to hear that!
😂 😂 😂
I love that your instinct, even in your dream, was to protect your beloved from the hens.
Yes, I'm glad that's so even in my dreams.
I forgot to mention the reason for my wife's absence from the dream: she was at work, slaving away to bring home the bacon.
She’s a keeper. Great dream and beautiful sunrise
Thank you
I was just about to say......
What if you’d awakened to find actually fennel growing through a crack in the kitchen floor? What then, Jonathan?
I wouldn't've been surprised.
Through the door, into the day,
Backyard secrets softly say,
"Here, in this moment, you may stay."
Lovely, Gloria.
A wonderful warm windstorm dream crossing clouds but calmer now. Fortunately, your hens far and near clucking, cooking, cleaning. And you have sense to capture , love this “the frantic dog’s breakfast clouds with photo and have second thoughts about pulling the nutritious weeds in the kitchen tiles before enjoying your coffee.
Thank you for more marvelous comments, Richard
This poem catches the strangeness that is morning when you're still groggy and there's still a fuzz between dream and wakefulness. I like that.
One thing I like about poetry is that it tries to convey a lot with word choice and pairing things down to essentials. I'd like to see you rewrite this poem and cut at it with a chainsaw trying to prune it down to the words that must be there and no others.
I like this poem because I want to play with it, but finding it here, I feel like it's someone else's toy. Something you should ask before touching.
Thank you, Mike, I appreciate the constructive (and deconstructive) suggestions, gently offered. I’ll revisit it soon, with some pruning shears if not a chainsaw, and see.
How wonderful - both mother’s love and wifey love surrounds you.
Yes, it is.
Dream Patris Dream 😂
Will it help if I admit I’ve not been all sweetness and light?
WHAT!!!!!!!
You?
I'm Shocked I Say, Dumbfounded!
Wiseguy eh???
Yes
Its true, I can not tell a lie.
My wife uses much more endearing terms, like Asshole, or Arschluch, when I try to tell her that she is not pronouncing the German words properly 😂
And by the way not just the German Language...
I find a good threat works even better that my own go to “arrgghhhh, Jerk!”
😆
"and mother-hen me to within inches of my sanity." hilariously relatable!
I once sat in my car in the driveway while my mom circled it, trying to get in..
Haha, yes. I should probably issue a disclaimer that my mother and mother-in-law and Carole are wonderful people.
"of the wildly whirling sky." Great last line.
Thanks, Ron
Wow. What a dream. Great writing. Very engaging.
Thank you, Arjan, I appreciate that.
Another morning dandy, Jonathan. And another dream inspired piece. First couches and nuclear sites, now mothers and kitchens. What's going on in that subconscious of yours?... aside from delightful inspiration of course.
Thanks. Strange things in there, to be sure.
You've proven what good fodder dreams are for a poetry cupboard imagery.
Thank you, but what is “poetry cupboard imagery”?
It's a word cupboard of evocative verbs and nouns. I learned the process and phrase from the ecstatic teacher Judyth Hill! www.judythhill.com
Thank you, I’m putting that in its own cupboard for later use.