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:

  1. 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.

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

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

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

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  5. Lovely. So much emotion packed into so few words.

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

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  7. 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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