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author’s note:
“We experience a dream as real because it is real.”
— Dr. William C. Dement
MY BETTER WORLD
The excited uncertainty
of crossing a stone bridge in dark fog
ended
before I’d reached the end—ended
with the alarm of morning
and as I began my usual routine
the intensity faded
and I forgot the dream
until that afternoon:
while waiting to cross a city street
I suddenly recalled the night bridge
hidden and revealed and hidden
by the tease of shifting clouds
and as the feeling returned
my day world of blatant sunlight
became as real as that dream:
the traffic light warning me…
the bleached grey fence…
a vacant lot overgrown with weeds—
all seemed strangely alive
and I felt myself to be
an alien spirit
discovering a wonderland
then the light changed
and as my attention shifted
that sense of intensity faded:
once again I was
a lowly armadillo
grubbing along the asphalt.
However
that feeling of living
in a grander world
is not lost, only asleep
and sometimes
stirs from slumber
to end my daydream.
I then remember
I am more than a mere
creature of survival.
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
what I learned while alone: poetry ebook
author’s note:
It is apparently more important to nature that one should have consciousness, understanding, than to avoid suffering.
— C.G. Jung
HOW PAIN BECOMES BEAUTIFUL
In the dream
pain became beautiful
as I watched you
embrace the tree—
a lover finding the lover
who knows her need:
the need to heal
and be healed.
A symbiotic relationship
working by osmosis:
as you healed yourself
with the tree’s love
you fed the tree with your love
and so your eyes gleamed
on one of its emerald leaves
but many eyes appeared on the leaves above
next time
I hope to see mine
so I’ve renewed my vow
to open and embrace
despite the slow pain of surrender…
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
finding Beauty: poetry ebook
author’s note:
When a man hears angels singing
he hears angels singing.
— Mary Oliver
THE FABLE OF THE SONGBIRD & THE FROG
When the songbird told him
you’re no match for me
the bullfrog countered:
by who’s measure?—
yes, many have opened
their windows to your song
but the few who’ve opened to mine
recognize a beauty less obvious
so aren’t they more refined?
Only a wise heart can find
the aria hidden within
my harsh slimy croaking.
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: poetry ebook
dear reader:
Again: written to no one in particular.
Perhaps a precognition. I hope.
OBSERVATION OF A MOTH
All day as she taps
on her keyboard she may seem
so ordinary to so many
but I’ve watched her brush her hair
in the soft lamplight
of a bedroom of shadows
as a moth flutters against the bulb…
© 2018, Michael R. Patton
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