Lines on the Psychology of Dreams
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As I grow old, (in my mid-70's now) I become more and more frustrated
with things I need to say, feelings I need to express. On reflection, though, it
is not an entirely new experience, but one with which I have been afflicted all
my life … for reasons shrouded in mist, revealing but shadows that could be
anything or anyone; they are, of course, those parts of me I cannot reach for
reasons best known to that 'other’ self, a twin subconscious if which I am aware only of
a nagging presence, details to which self-awareness may or may not be made
privy in the course of a lifetime...
LINES ON THE PSYCHOLOGY OF DREAMS
Once,
I flew a blackbird’s wing
all
length and breadth of global space,
saw
much, understood little;
misty
doors, some left ajar for glimpses
enough to fire the imagination,
others
opening up by way of an invitation,
many,
though, remaining shut,
suspicious,
perhaps, of any unasked-for attention
or
if something to hide … what?
Suspicion,
in turn, I was fed plenty;
even
as I enjoyed taking up invitations,
joining
celebrations, whatever …
The
goings-on behind those closed doors
haunted
mind-body-spirit
enough
to subdue any fires of imagination
lit
by random glimpses elsewhere;
nothing
for it, but connive to get me a skeleton key,
if
only to get the better of... fear?
We
flew low over a jackdaw’s nest
and
I grabbed a key glittering in the sun
before
we flew on to a door
we
had passed before, made me curious
for
various sounds inside
I
could not (quite) identify, a sixth sense
warning
this would not end well
even
as I was turning key in lock, oh, but softly, softly
only,
once inside … freefall
Blackbird
flown, left alone to answer
for
the consequences of letting curiosity
get
the better of cowardice,
nor
was it the first time nor likely the last;
the
door that says “Keep Out”
may
well have our best interests at heart,
but
the tone of its voice
on
a sensitive ear, is a sure give-away, for giving intuition
right
of way, no... choice?
I
awoke in my bed, as safe and sound
as I could expect after dreams taking me
beyond
mind-body-spirit to places
I denied it for reasons shrouded in such mist
as
those doors I would enter,
and
may well yet if and when I am ready, able
to
understand what goes on
within human heart and mind, its spirit too long kept wishing
and
hoping for an invitation
Copyright
R N. Taber, 2020
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