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Hypnagogia, or Blueberry Water
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Hypnagogia, or Blueberry Water |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 "Blueberry" The name of a swimming hole on Stony Fork creek..Tioga County Pa. The flat rock (center left) is where swimmers, and lovers dry off in the sun. *Hypnagogia, or Blueberry Water In the weedy field of half awake, A straw man stood, beckoning me; He spoke of a place, that I had been- A place he'd show me once again. Where I had played, an actor On the platform, of a lucid dream.. By appliance of odd magic My adolescence, also made appearance. The two of-us, walked along a path Hand in hand, Behind the scarecrow phantom. Just off trail, a forgotten memory Regained its animation- On an old movie set, with an earthen screen, Was showing again, what here had once took place. A boy, and a girl-water, and sun Before the physical action had changed Its mind, and time diminished the scene; Before clock hands ticked away on pace, From then, to now,and left this place A dream where spirits hide.. In August- summer- bound by rock In sylvan glen, along a crooked-fork, Ghosts of past, made rise the color- Sights, and sound..splendor all! Above translucent, Blueberry water. Bewitched, I took A second look; Smoke of a stolen cigarette Was rising up--shared by two; Sun on tan-young flesh, dried Water beads that clung To skin made wet by skinny-dipping fun. Without a sense of shame or sin, Nude, but she began to dress-and Once again, the sight of silk, And holy ground above the waist, As well as where her legs congressed, Transfixed my carnal stare. But our Destinations became separate, In the real of what our futures schemed. Our feet would lead, our hearts would beat- Life journey walks would wend, On different paths- made high diverse; Our travels were guided, By a very different compass. Full awake I pondered: Does she ever dream that day? Does she ever see the scene- Shown-me along that bygone way? Does she sometimes, half awake, Remember me in lucid dreams, Coyly smile, then turn away For just the briefest moment, To hide perplexing reasons- For her Cheshire grin- From her present lover? ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ *Hypnagogia--the experience of the transitional state from wakefulness to sleep: the hypnagogic state of consciousness, during the onset of sleep-place of lucid dreams. [This message has been edited by ice (02-10-2016 05:11 AM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I read, and reread this wonderful journey back into the visions of yesterday you have given us Ice. As I read your reminisces my mind went back to two lovers 'neath the shade of tall pine trees in Southern Arkansas. 'Twas there two innocents found their very own fleshly paradise. I think of that monumental day often through the years. It never grows old, as I am quite sure your journey back to thoughts beside your "Blueberry Water." ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
OMG Jerry, I knew you would relate to this poem..and wax nostalgic.. :-) .thank you. This poem is in actuality, a condensed form of a short story I wrote, on the same subject. I left some "good" parts out because of the issues of erotica in this area of pip. But I think I got the message across, without crossing the line. Thanks for the reply, Mr.Jerry "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Yeah, looks like a wonderful place --- is it cold there this time of year?? Or would it be a good winter get away...? j. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
In August- summer- bound by rock In sylvan glen, along a crooked-fork, Ghosts of past, made rise the color- Sights, and sound..splendor all! Above translucent, Blueberry water. Bewitched, I took A second look; Smoke of a stolen cigarette Was rising up--shared by two; Sun on tan-young flesh, dried Water beads that clung To skin made wet by skinny-dipping fun. You certainly captivate the reader to a high degree with your wonderful picture and equally awesome words, dear Ford. Hypnagogia moments are most impressive and reality seems to win over the dream imagery. Oh, such an experience can't be forgotten I am sure. So I'd say yes that specific water-girl remembers and enjoys both "diving" into the past and into the Blueberry waters.  What a magical place! Excellent work. Love, Margherita "Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance." |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Jwesly That place right now is a wonderland of ice sculpter, and blinding white snow, on hemlock branches...the way this creek becomes at zero degrees calls for other poems..a series of waterfalls, and deep holes. Thanks for the reply "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Margherita.. AS always, you have given much thought to my words, that reflects in your reply.. I thought, perhaps the lines should be longer, considering the subject, that I deem romantic. But when I read the two stanzas that you quoted, I see the mechanics of word form meets the criteria of the passion I had hoped would come from making the lines short... Thank you for looking closely, and your reply. |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Ice,So romantically wonderful, made me think of 'splendor in the grass' this...your splendor in blueberry waters. Always a fan of your work J |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Wish I had a memory like this to look back on. Or if I do I sure wish I could remember it! Hmmmm, I wonder if anyone remembers me this way? You stirred up a world of wonder for me Ice. I really enjoyed this poem. ~L |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing and scenery...james |
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