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Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 2012-04-01 03:23 PM

Scrambled Dreams

This mind scrambles over dreams
like kittens over ‘nip
rolling and tumbling in the thrill of
chasing it
until it stops like a frozen movie frame
and melts over the lamplight
of the camera in front of these eyes

so that in its predawn, shivering awake
throes throw me and my heart
into those exasperating palpitations of
disquieted interruptions and this mind
scrambles like fresh eggs
in a sizzling hot fry pan
trying to unscramble them and put
then back whole into the shell,
trying to find its god-
forsaken come-about, why this, why now,
what message is it bringing me,
and why, oh God why
won’t the answers come?

Then I remember, as the dawn creeps in
that all good things come to those who wait
so I tuck the real of night away, back behind
my broken heart, which won’t ever fully heal,

when I stumble up to find the mirror of my day,
weirdly attempting to adjust these
wrinkles into a smile, not to falsify my soul,
or self,
but merely trying to keep
from scaring others.

© krj
4-1-2012

secondhanddreampoet
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1 posted 2012-04-01 03:54 PM

Especially fine beginning!:

"This mind scrambles over dreams
  like kittens over ‘nip
  rolling and tumbling in the thrill of
  chasing it
  until it stops like a frozen movie frame
  and melts over the lamplight
  of the camera..."

sometimes though, only darkness & loneliness come to 'those who wait' ...

JerryPat2
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2 posted 2012-04-01 05:34 PM

"when I stumble up to find the mirror of my day"

I love this line, Karilea. It was unexpected and caused a surprised grunt from me. Sometimes we let our imagination get the best of us, and most of the time we find out that things are not quite as bad as they seem.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

ice
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3 posted 2012-04-01 06:17 PM

When I read this considering punctuation, and breaks, I taste a slight flavor of "leaves of grass" on my tongue.. humanly delicious, and Whitmanesque.

When I read it disregarding punctuation, and stanza breaks, I run out of breath right at the end, like reading "howl" in that respect. A bit Ginsbergish, but of far different content.

But which ever way I read it, I know it is pure, and uniquely sunshine poetry, and very enjoyable, no matter the way it is read.

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."
Carl Sandburg

[This message has been edited by ice (04-01-2012 07:57 PM).]

Sunshine

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4 posted 2012-04-01 06:37 PM

My heart is beating a silent wow, guys...

for the insights, the considerations, and the reminds me of....

I'm going to silently deem myself a

ice
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5 posted 2012-04-01 07:59 PM

Deem away, you deserve it..it is a "keeper". I wish I could add that little jumping gremlin, but I don't know how..:-)

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6 posted 2012-04-02 10:13 AM

"Then I remember, as the dawn creeps in
that all good things come to those who wait
so I tuck the real of night away, back behind
my broken heart, which won’t ever fully heal"

Love this verse.
Beautiful poetry!

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Marchmadness
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7 posted 2012-04-02 01:24 PM

I think it's a keeper for me too. Karilea.
Ida

Nicole
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8 posted 2012-04-02 02:58 PM

I like my scrambled dreams with coffee (strong) and a little bit of toast. Sometimes it is the little things, like that, that keep the mirror from cracking.

I have never known you to write something that is not a keeper, Karilea. Your diversity in forms and subjects always leaves me in a bit of awe.

luminosity
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9 posted 2012-04-02 03:01 PM

your mirror must be kinder than mine, either that of I have quit caring how scary I look...lol...no really, this is a really insightful write......much enjoyed

ebonygirl
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10 posted 2012-04-03 01:23 AM

I love your poem Sunshine!
"Scrambled dreams, like scrambled eggs"
when salsa and avocado are added, become the
spice of life. I see you like Sophia Loren; naturally beautiful. The lines of wisdom and her woman...
traced by the tender finger tips of her loves,
never forgotten by them.

Balladeer

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11 posted 2012-04-03 08:05 AM

A metaphorical masterpiece here, Sunshine. We all know what all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't do but you carried it to a new level with the scrambled eggs and I like it! Are the dreams the scrambled eggs or the shells, broken and tossed in the garbage? I guess it depends on one's perspective, doesn't it? (waxing a little philosophically this morning)

At any rate, the visions you portray in this piece are excellent. I doubt that you will ever find a mirror that doesn't smile back at you, as it should

Btw, scrambled eggs go great with SPAM!!

Michael

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12 posted 2012-04-03 12:32 PM

Oh you nailed this one K.  I might have thought you were writing about me if you hadn't personalized this.  It always amazes me how, coming out of those dreams, I always feel like I've lost something intrinsically essential to my being... leaving only those scramblings you can never fully piece back together, (even with that urgency to have it done), till even those are smothered and forgotten in the demands of the day.

In mythology, I always found it interesting that Death wass always portrayed as the twin brother of sleep.  There has always been a more real feel to my dream-life than my waking one... and definately a more spiritual feel.  Though I'm in no hurry to pass beyond this plane, I certainly do not fear transition to the next.  It will almost be a welcome relief.

Oops!  Someone pressed my Babble button.  I'll shut up now.  Excellent writing though.

Michael

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13 posted 2012-04-09 02:04 PM

I loved every line of this... but the pictures you paint in the first and last verses really grabbed me! *S*

Spiros Zafiris
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14 posted 2012-04-11 05:28 PM

I don't try to catch/analyze
every nuance--i just know
your poetry, Sunshine, calms me
--thus 'tis unique and inspired
writing..thank you..>>spiros
~~

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