Sleep moves with visions of events to come
and with stories and poems I’ve yet to write –
with gardens I dream to plant and songs
that never sang themselves before
Sometimes I meet myself in different incarnations
child, youth, young mother, wizened crone
Then morning comes gently
in soft refrains
“Rise and Shine”
The freshness of daybreak peeks in through blinds
Breezes stroke the shears with familiar affection
Ears spark to the rhythm of the rain on the roof or
the prattle of birds in trees and on telephone wires
I hear the bell at St. Joe’s … I wonder ~
then realize I’m no longer a schoolgirl
From someplace in time comes the baby’s murmur,
but that gift is grown and gone now
I reach for the man and with relief remember
he’s another woman’s Sisyphean task
The cat, I move to pull her languid plumpness
into the cuddle of my arms but her dust
sits in a wooden box on my night table
Slowly now
slowly
I orient to time and place
The good Yesterday is stored in mothballs
The bright Tomorrow is a hope chest
Today has arrived
nature’s reset button
I rise and do shine in the spirit of my several selves
I stretch and yawn my way into this emerging
What unimagined adventures will come
with this new sun and newer me?
© 2015, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
I wish I could be original, Jamie. This is just very beautiful and thought-provoking.
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You are kind … and you ARE original, Jennifer (correct spelling?). Thank you for your read and visit. Many blessings, J.
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You are most welcome, and generous! (Alas, my dad ‘saddled’ me with one n in Jenifer — thanks for questioning that.)
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Okay! Thanks. Got it now. 🙂
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Beautiful a stunning poem
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Thank you, Carolyn.
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Coming to terms with where we are as the new day begins seems a good task to accomplish early in the day…some people never seem to finish the task before nightfall…a most enjoyable verse.
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Thanks, Charlie, and happy day to you.
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Beautiful
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Thank you, Polly.
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Stunning moment of slow, meaningful awakening. Love the imagery–especially,
The freshness of daybreak peeks in through blinds
Breezes stroke the shears with familiar affection
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Thanks, Victoria!
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I so relate to this! At this stage in my life, wrestling myself from dream to reality every morning is such a chore. In the dark, I’ve been a million different selves with so many unresolved concerns. Suddenly, I’m just me, here, today. A relief and a mystery!
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I’m glad you shared that because sometimes I think I must be going a bit nuts. Maybe it’s just a maturity thing and no worries, eh? 🙂
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Steve hardly ever seems to dream, and I wonder if his meditation practice has calmed his subconscious. Maybe if I practiced being mindfully in the moment by day, I’d be peacefully free of neurotic dreams at night? I’ll give it a try.
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Do you think the dreams are neurotic? I find them to be clarification and often precognitive, though sometimes they present in a nonlinear and excentric way. – Meditation practice helps with everything. 🙂 Ah well, one way or the other, we are all still in process. It’s the human condition. Thanks for sharing you thoughts and insight.
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Neurotic simply because there is often an anxiety, a working out of some problem, that obviously isn’t really happening.
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Ah, I get it. 😦
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Jamie this is a supreme jewel. You have this way of expressing my deepest reflections……joy, pain, sufferring, and enlightment. Many blessings Gretchen
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Thank you for saying that, Gretchen. Means a lot.
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Dear Jamie, I found this so beautifully expressed and inspiring. Thank you for giving me such thoughts to hold onto.
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Thank you, Naomi! Interview email coming your way later today.
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What a lovely poem of the morning, of the cycles of life, and of the stages of life. Thank you.
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Thank you, Michael. Happy day …
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