Saturday, January 9, 2010
A Blink and a Nod
I’m alone on my back in a field. A low-flying, slow-moving goose stops directly above me. I close my eyes. When I open them, I see the blind-hungry face of an owl. I show him my hands to prove I’m not dead. His blink is a nod. He moves on.
Added yesterday to the Annandale Dream Gazette. My thanks, as always, to Lynn Behrendt.
Update:
In the Forum: Dang the meringue, this beer has more bang for the buck.
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5 comments:
Lieber William,
deine Gedanken klingen wie ein Wunsch: die Tiere sollen spüren, dass sie vor dem Menschen keine Angst zu haben brauchen...
ja, schön wäre das...
herzlich, Rachel
poetry—
a goose flies
the owl nods
Rachel, you’re right, that would be beautiful indeed. I hadn’t thought of the dream that way.
Conrad, this isn’t the first time you’ve responded with a poem. I hope it’s not the last. I’m flattered that you feel the need and take the time, and pleased that your words help underscore thoughts of my own.
I read this on the Annandale Dream Gazette yesterday, and was inspired. Now reading it again I'm even more inspired. Poetic dreams are the best, and even better when we can capture them poetically.
Thanks. I’m glad to hear you feel that way. What makes inspiration inspiring is that it sets good things into motion, which in turn inspires others. With an open-ended formula like that, we can’t lose.
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