The Color of Dreams

Monday Morning Musings:

“All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.”

–Edgar Allan Poe, “A Dream Within a Dream”

“Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.”

–T.S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton” (No. 1, of “Four Quartets”)

 

 

What is the color of eternity?

All the fires of star bursts

and rainbows

in shades of never-seen, a sheen

scented with petriochor

caramel, and wisps of ozone—more–

perhaps a dream.

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Summer Color at Whitall House, National Park, NJ

I am bemused, delighted

by the brilliant colors of the sky sighted

between storms,

the verdant green of almost-summer

and trees that call,

“Look at me now!”

and I’m enthralled,

with leafy boughs

that wave and wow,

Dock Creek, Philadelphia

Dock Creek, Old City, Philadelphia

but time is flowing in syncopated rhythms

with unexpected accents,

changing in split seconds

ascent, descend–dissent–

confused

from waltz to unsquare dance,

and I’m bemused,

how do grey storm clouds change to blue sky,

how does asleep move to wide awake,

so quickly

and we cannot stay still–

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Ominous sky over Ben Franklin Bridge

over the hill

we go–

my mother goes from weak and incoherent

to mobile and lucid overnight

and back again, delight and fright,

I scarcely think of my dead father

on Father’s Day

 

when I see baby fawns,

twins napping in the sun,

their mother gone

somewhere,

Seeing them is nature’s gift to me.

I accept it gratefully.

 

I dream my mother’s apartment

has been turned into a hospital

I wake up annoyed

(Okay, Dr. Freud)

that I was not informed

of how it was transformed.

My mother tells me she has

another apartment upstairs—

it’s much nicer she says.

Perhaps it is, I think. I can’t compare.

I wonder about time,

and is it ever lost or gone?

The past exists in our memories—

like a rhyme

heard long ago–

the child me, my alive father,

my young mother

I think all still exist somewhere

like love

never gone,

but stretching back

like an endless series of mirror reflections

colors into black.

Reflections

 

I watch the baby geese grow,

a new generation shows

walking by the river–

no music like its symphony

whispering of birth and earth,

singing of life, joy and strife,

keening at death in the currents

that flow to the sea

to be

again and again.

I watch past and future

flow and merge

like that river to the sea

dreaming of time,

dreams within dreams.  . .and then

still the sun sets and rises again.

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We haven’t gone to any movies, shows, or events recently—life and work have been a bit crazy–but we did watch Everybody Knows on Netflix (good but not as good as his previous films), and we’ve been enjoying Good Omens on Amazon Prime.  It’s a lot of fun. And here’s Dave Brubeck’s Unsquare Dance. I have no idea why I thought of this today, but you’re welcome. We’ve had some beautiful days, but also a tornado warning on Thursday night, with tornados that touched down in nearby towns, and now stormy weather forecast for the next several days. I hope that’s not a life-metaphor.

 

 

 

 

31 thoughts on “The Color of Dreams

  1. I love the message in your words. Even if you hadn’t mentioned that you often consult the Oracle about the direction of your musings, I think I’d recognise her voice in this. So much change yet everything seems to come around again. Logically, so will we 🙂

  2. Time… it is a funny thing
    Beautiful post and I wish for you more lovely moments with your mother.
    Oooh… I love Michael Sheen! I shall have to check out this series.

  3. The light changes beautifully in both your photos and your words. The weather has been rather sudden the past few days, hasn’t it? You can’t prepare. Well, you never can I guess…(K)

  4. Such an engaging post, I too wonder about time, I think that’s why I enjoy science fiction, so many plausible theories. Much to reflect on here.

  5. Beautiful, Merril. So much of life and time in this. And yes, thank you for the Unsquare Dance. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before. I’ve read Good Omens and wondered if the series was any good. I’ll put it on my list for when it comes out on DVD (we’re so old-fashioned here because we can’t stream).

    • Thank you very much, Robin. I’m glad you liked “Unsquare Dance.” Dave Brubeck looks like he’s having so much fun in this video.
      I remember you don’t have streaming. I imagine it will come out on DVD at some point. I haven’t read the book, so I don’t know how it compares, but there are a bunch of great actors in this–and Frances McDormand is the voice of God. 🙂

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