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.

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15 comments:

  1. Gerry SnapeJanuary 24, 2012 at 2:56 PM

    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. Kat MortensenJanuary 24, 2012 at 3:05 PM

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

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  3. Brigid O'ConnorJanuary 24, 2012 at 4:09 PM

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

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  4. TitusJanuary 24, 2012 at 5:56 PM

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

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  5. stephen HayesJanuary 24, 2012 at 7:35 PM

    Lovely. So much emotion packed into so few words.

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  6. The BugJanuary 24, 2012 at 8:05 PM

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

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  7. RudeeJanuary 24, 2012 at 9:58 PM

    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. STILLMAGNOLIAJanuary 25, 2012 at 9:38 AM

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

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  9. NanceJanuary 25, 2012 at 10:09 AM

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

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  10. UnknownJanuary 25, 2012 at 5:41 PM

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

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  11. PhilipHJanuary 25, 2012 at 6:31 PM

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

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  12. RuthJanuary 26, 2012 at 6:34 AM

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

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  13. OldfangledJanuary 27, 2012 at 12:21 PM

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

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  14. Carolina LintheadJanuary 27, 2012 at 9:23 PM

    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. Niamh BJanuary 31, 2012 at 6:13 PM

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

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