Haiku
Jan 4th, 2009 by Liz Bennefeld
count them, one by one,
those myriad pulsing stars
waiting for time’s end
light, powdered snowflakes
dance suspended on the wind…
too soon the darkness
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I like the way these two poems work together. Each by themselves is interesting. One makes me think about stars, the other, snowflakes. Together, there’s the added dimesion of thinking about similarities between stars and snowflakes. {SMILE}
Anne Elizabeth Baldwin
They do play off each other, I think–the long life of the stars and their extended wait as opposed to the ephemeral flakes meeting their end within such a short timespan.
Yes, exactly. I like the contrast. Tho I like the similarities, too. they’re both small and many. Yes, I know stars are really huge and far away, but we see them as small and many. {SMILE}
Anne Elizabeth Baldwin
Do you ever dream about space? I mean, dream about it in its actual size? Not all the time, but sometimes, even awake, I look up at a full moon when it’s really large and feel myself start to fall towards it, into it.
And last night I dreamt about the sun’s exploding and watched the huge clouds coming over the horizon from the ocean’s evaporating in the heat. It was…it was really different.
That does sound like a different dream. {Smile}
The truth is, I can’t be sure what I dream about most of the time. I rarely remember them once I’m awake and up. I’d like to think I would remember if they were as interesting as the ones you mentioned, tho. {Smile}
Anne Elizabeth Baldwin
I certainly don’t remember them all, but fairly often, and not always something dramatic. I have a good number of repeating dreams. (Al has a lot of those, too.)
A lot of the time, I wake up just continuing the story I was imagining when I went to sleep. (Yes, I often imagine stories while sleeping or waiting. It keeps me amused. {Smile}) On one hand, the stories are interesting enough for me to stay with for days, sometimes weeks at a time before shifting to a different storyline. On the other hand, it feels like those aren’t really dreams. Where do my dreams begin and my fantasies end? {Amused Smile}
Anne Elizabeth Baldwin