A Dream Shaped Like Home

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    Work in progress, therefore all criticism is invalid. Just kidding, i plan to refine this quite a bit, so let me hear if you have any suggestions. Thanks a bunch!

    A Dream Shaped Like Home

    Last night I had a dream shaped like home

    The brick and glass center of the world, starting point of all grand adventure

    The chameleon texture of the back yard toolshed dancing in the summer sunshine

    The chestnut-treasure trees’ extend their arms to me

    Each courtyard-stone yearning to skim the sea

    A mighty cloud-caravan of many different colors, consistencies and altitudes sail slowly by above

    Sunflowers sway in the warm wind

    Mum knitting Christmas on the porch, humming tunes long-lost

    The world doesn’t sound so bad from within her womb

     

    On the trusty rusty swing set from where I can see my world entire

    Propelling myself back and forth thru the strawberry scented air

    Meanwhile my mind races across the sky in vessels capable of any feat

    A birthday-balloon drifts by, freed from its undoubtedly cruel master

    Its barely-noticeable presence on the sky blocking my view of a million billion trillion galaxies

    My blondish hair grow a little in tact with the taters in the garden

     

    The enchanting scent of dinner nearing completion is carried my way by a mild gust of wind,

    Followed by a summoning I’ve been awaiting eagerly since last night’s dessert

    Carrying in his creation, dad, the apron-clad paladin of the stow

    Smiling proudly through his beard

    Something wonderful is simmering in the boiling cave of the clay pot

    The culmination of decades of experimental roasting, boiling, chopping and seasoning in the decidedly baroque kitchen

    I’m becoming quite adept at the fine art of transitioning the loaded spoon from the plate to my watered mouth

    An armada of temporary teeth chew down on a perfect composite of plants, flesh and salt

    We eat in an ethereal and earned silence

     

    Dirt under my nails and dirt in my hair

    A bath would be beneficial, mum insists

    Warm, but not too warm, water gushes from the tap into the tub

    I submit myself to lake porcelain

    A bar of soap and a nursery rhyme of hope

    Water-splashing, foam-empire-building, body-cleansing, face-rinsing loofah-ritualism

    Unscrewing the cork, microcosmic maelström, warm towel embrace

    Brushing the teeth of a spotless, spiky-haired boy in the mirror

     

    Carried off to bed in arms used to this atlas burden

    Tucking me in-between blankets and mattresses, warm and fuzzy center of the world

    Mum and dad, beloved benefactors of my stay in the flesh, sitting on each side of me

    A story and a lullaby and a dozen kisses goodnight

    The ceiling and their smiley faces make way for far away worlds and unrealizable forms

    And right about then I woke up, a long way from home

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    winterkou commented on A Dream Shaped Like Home

    02-18-2011

    This poem really painst a picture in my mind its as if I can almost see what you are writing. a beautiful journey with excellent metaphorical usage. A masterpiece through the eyes of a poet . A 10 from me indeed

    KristianDolberg commented on A Dream Shaped Like Home

    01-14-2011

    I like this. There is a certain warmth in this poem, and I can picture it so well. It does exactly what it's supposed to, and it does it well. And I love the title.

    ginga commented on A Dream Shaped Like Home

    01-02-2011

    Olsen, You have created quite an awesome imagery poem here. This is chock full of wonderful scenes to ponder upon. ginga

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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