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ice
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0 posted 2016-02-09 06:47 AM


                
"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
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
1 posted 2016-02-09 08:07 AM


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. ~

ice
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since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404
Pennsylvania
2 posted 2016-02-09 08:25 AM



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."
Carl Sandburg

jwesley
Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563
Spring, Texas
3 posted 2016-02-09 12:21 PM


Yeah, looks like a wonderful place --- is it cold there this time of year?? Or would it be a good winter get away...?

j.

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08
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Eternity
4 posted 2016-02-10 10:29 AM


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."
(Rumi)

ice
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since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404
Pennsylvania
5 posted 2016-02-11 07:40 AM


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."
Carl Sandburg

ice
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since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404
Pennsylvania
6 posted 2016-02-11 07:46 AM


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.

rainyday
Member
Posts 304
Heartland USA
7 posted 2016-02-22 08:52 PM


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

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere
8 posted 2016-02-23 08:28 AM


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
JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16
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Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
9 posted 2016-03-07 09:05 PM


nice writing and scenery...james
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