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A STRICTLY PRIVATE VIEWING
Today’s
poem has not appeared on the blog since 2009. It first appeared in a Forward
Press anthology, Poetry Rivals, 2009:
Lyrical Winds and subsequently in my collection.
Now, dreams are often seen as an intrusion into our personal space, but personal space comprises conscious and unconscious thought. I see dreams as affording us a strictly private viewing of it, taking in all those parts that comprise the whole; reality, illusion, ego, home truths, denial, wishful thinking...etc. etc.
How we interpret dreams and may or may not let them influence us for better or worse...well, that's called choice.
Now, dreams are often seen as an intrusion into our personal space, but personal space comprises conscious and unconscious thought. I see dreams as affording us a strictly private viewing of it, taking in all those parts that comprise the whole; reality, illusion, ego, home truths, denial, wishful thinking...etc. etc.
How we interpret dreams and may or may not let them influence us for better or worse...well, that's called choice.
A STRICTLY PRIVATE VIEWING
Cartoon
faces moving across my sky
like a
home movie;
I close
tired eyes to push them away
but they
haunt my mind;
happy
faces, sad faces, tearful faces,
lips
mouthing my name;
familiar,
faintly familiar, some skeletal
expressions
breaking out
Past,
present, wishful thinking signals
to the
brain to shut down
but they
have logged on, not ready yet
to turn
me off;
lies,
half lies, bad errors of judgement
like some
grotesque mob
up for
rough justice for want of answers
I don’t
have, never did;
monstrous
accusations and insinuations
fall like
bird droppings
on a
statue’s public profile, frozen in time,
trapped
in its own failings
I hear a
distant cry, an echo of centuries
in pain,
anger and grief
for all
private lives and a personal space
relegated
to speculation
new
faces, clear signals, warning off
Conspirators
to Nightmare,
put
expressions of defeat to rout, deleted
like
redundant icons on a screen;
benign
spirits enough to grace a totem pole
take
control, cast out
demons
let slip past a kinder humanity
by an
unforgiving hierarchy
Eyes
open, eyes shut, sky relaying
to pillow the faces of love;
to pillow the faces of love;
we sleep,
we awaken to direct and star
in our
own reality peep-show
for as long as it takes to log off from it all,
wondering if we might yet get
to carry on in a loved one's dream-poems
in remembrance of times past
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010
for as long as it takes to log off from it all,
wondering if we might yet get
to carry on in a loved one's dream-poems
in remembrance of times past
Copyright R. N. Taber 2010
'[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears under the title 'A Penny to See the Peep-Show' in On the Battlefields of Love by R. N.
Taber, Assembly Books, 2010]
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