Today is National Poetry Day. I tried to get on to the website to read about it but I keep getting an indication that the site is too busy. I hope this is a sign that the nation is reading poetry!
Then I went to Loren's site (see my blog list - In a Dark time the Eye begins to see) where he has posted, today, a really beautiful poem about a dream. It will stay with me all day.
I have been trying for the last few months to write a poem about a dream I often have. It is not an unpleasant dream - in fact I quite enjoy it at first. But then suddenly I realise I am getting no nearer to where I want to go and then it gets disturbing. Don't know much about dream interpretation (don't really want to know) but I have tried to write it down, with little success.
However - as today is National Poetry Day - I am giving you it to read. What I would like is that those of you who read it will PLEASE criticise it (constructively!) and say where it falls down. That kind of criticism is the only way to get an improved version - so please - feel free to take it apart and tell me about it.
A Recurring Dream.
The road was long, and I
would follow it, and see
familiar faces with no name.
And sometimes there would be
a house I'd known in years gone by.
Tall trees would shimmer in the haze
and sparkling water shine,
and, as I walked, the road became
another road of mine
I'd known from childhood days.
I'd walk until it came to me
with chilling certainty -
I walked this rambling road alone
and it would never lead me home.