“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, April 8, 2013

The Dream

Gossamer petals
suffused with the light of life
enchant with beauty.

Delicate, fragile,
renewed through nature’s cycle,
blossoms buoy hope.

Arid burnt out fields
present surviving flowers.
If them, why not me?


Patrick said...

When I ask Patti if her dream self has MS she reports having no idea, dementia and memory loss undoubtedly a factor. I myself find I remember my dreams less since my lung cancer diagnosis nor could I answer my own question about whether I have lung cancer in my dreams.

As always stimulating food for thought, thanks!

Caregivingly Yours, Patrick

Muffie said...

If not we, for sure!! I've watched a lot of renewal in the nature that surrounds me, and I can't help but question the same.

Gail said...

Hi Judy - such thick feelings to ponder, wonder about, challenge. My dreams include MS for sure - that 'it' stays at bay and that despite parts of me that die off so too there are parts of me reborn, if only in my spirited self - I feel a sense of new life in Spring, a sense of holding on in Summer, a sense of change in Autumn and a time f quiet stagnation in Winter. The cycles or seasons are still mine to embrace despite what MS has taken from me.
Love Gail

Karen said...

Nature's cycles are not always kind. There are even some things in nature that can't be renewed once the blight has struck. Elm trees, after Dutch Elm disease, Ash trees, after an Emerald Ash bore invasion, and Acid Lakes, all come to mind. MS is a blight, and I am afraid at this time there is nothing to stop it.

Robert Parker said...

Karen raises an interesting point. Nature is not always kind; but then again, it's also not cruel. There's nothing personal in the workings of Nature. It just does its thing. And although we may not enjoy its "thing" all the time, many bits of it are pretty danged cool.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Patrick, what is a dream exactly? No one knows. Yet, we all have them at one point or another; sometimes, remembered; sometimes, not. All I know is that for me, it remains important to hold on to possibility, to potential, to the idea of creation. Is it always possible? There are plenty of historical examples suggesting otherwise. Yet, it is also true that sometimes what seems improbable somehow becomes reality. I would rather live believing in the possible, even when the probable seeks to discourage me.

Muff, it may just be a question; still, one I prefer to ask.

Gail, it is interesting that I don’t think I have ever dreamt of MS. For that, I am grateful, as MS already takes up too much time and space in my waking life!

Karen, you are ever the realist. What you say is absolutely true, but as I told Patrick, I prefer believing in the possible, even when the probable seeks to discourage me.

Robert, as I wrote recently in my Feb 18 “Results Might Seem Strange” poem, Nature essentially is looking out for itself. We are part of Nature, but not its most essential part. We are just blips on its radar. That said, Nature does have the capacity, though it can be rapacious, to also create some unbelievable beauty. And, in that beauty, I include such things as the unexplainable gifts we have to create things like music. I mean, where does that come from? Is it correct to assert that that creative process is natural in some way and, therefore, is part of some wider definition of Nature? I don’t know. It’s just that, rather than get stuck in the muck of the terrible things that can happen in the natural sphere, I want to make sure I seek and allow the wonderful things as well.