Tuesday, January 24, 2012

You Can't Come Home Again

I had the dream again.
My great joy.
Your infinite sadness.
It was Joyce Summers
come home to Altamont:
Not really you.
Not really here.

I always wish for the moon
when I meet you in dreams
and you always hand it to me
craters and all.

15 comments:

Gerry Snape said...

I love the second part in particular, as that speaks of my relationship with "Mary" my mum and of how I loved her yet always felt that there was a "crater" in the moon she handed me!Great post Dana.

Kat Mortensen said...

Your infinite sadness. What a line, Dana! This is filled with sadness and yet there is hope.

Brigid said...

'craters and all' - such a poignant line, a great poem, Dana:)

Titus said...

Beautiful writing, that's such a great final line. Bravo.

Stephen Hayes said...

Lovely. So much emotion packed into so few words.

The Bug said...

Thanks guys - sometimes my Mom dreams are very bittersweet...

Rudee said...

Somehow I just knew it was a Mom dream. How blessed you are to have seen her again. I'm still waiting for mine to visit me while I slumber.

STILLMAGNOLIA said...

My mom dreams are too. Loved the piece. You have a beautiful heart!

Nance said...

Oh, the last stanza. Poignant and wistful and yet, very compelling.

Jessica Maybury said...

yep absolutely, the last stanza! wow. I'm sorry about your mom :( Such a beautiful, gentle poem though.

PhilipH said...

Lovely dreamy post Dana.
You're beautiful, inside and out.
Phil

Ruth said...

Love this joy! And the imagery of that last stanza.

Oldfangled said...

A touching poem, AND with a Buffy reference! You can't get more perfect than that.

Carolina Linthead said...

I know, right? She slipped that Buffy reference right by me, served up as it was with the Thomas Wolfe theme.

Niamh B said...

is it just me or do your poems keep getting better and better? Love the ending again here