Jan 17
Winter Dreams
winter dreams arrive
passing through deep chaos
streaming along cold currents
compelled by rushing energy
here is the dream of the daughter
a room with a bed and an old woman
the daughter takes the woman into her arms
holding her: holding her
here is the dream of the mother
a young woman stands before her
the mother presses her hand
softly on the young woman’s chest
night after night these dreams arrive
chaos contained in visions
winter nights are still and deep
filled with long hours for dreams and healing
Pamela Olson, 1/17/2010
For One Single Impression’s
prompt, “chaos”
Photo from Creative Commons Free Pictures
by thespeak
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Well, Pam, this is one way to stay warm on these cold winter nights. I do feel there is a story behind this but I just can’t grasp it. The prodical child returns. Conciliation and renewing may here then.
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I just loved this.. yes, it seems to hint on a larger story that transcends all the wintery chaos, and peeks out from this still, silent verse. A wondferful read!
This poem uses images of several recurring dreams that have visited me in the last few weeks. I am still looking for their meaning. Thanks for the kind words.
Wonderful words. Takes the edge off the cold.
Lovely continuity and re-circling. Healing thoughts.
Wonderful build up, and you leave me breathless with the last verse.
Nicely!!
Hi, I stopped in to read again and discovered so much more than I have noticed before — helps to click on the archives lol. I am enjoying your poetry and will return to read more!
Very touching poem about a mother’s love to her daughter, vis.
Wonderful work!
Ghostly and delicious, it’s the kind of poem that should only be whispered.
The mother and the daughter having two dreams from different perspectives. Can the dreams intertwine, within the energy between two people. Perhaps through the union of the dreams, the healing can begin?
Chaos as dreams contained in visions is really wonderful.
Wonderful images and word flow. You nailed it. So cold and wintry. Time to snuggle under the blankets.
Melanie
I absolutely loved this poem- and read it a couple of times. It is so touching- my eyes teared up reading it; beautifully done
Nights dark enough for dreams to stir, long enough for seeds to gestate.
This is so beautiful.