Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Do we old people dream in our state of old


In dreams my age is not defined
All the trappings of aging,
Left behind.
My soul bared sometimes
Harshly or
Gentle
Reveries of inner life
Often confusingly
Sentimental.
Old faces appear
Unresolved
Problems no longer here
Sometimes solved
Flashes passing in the
Night
As fantasies inner workings
Spread their wings and take flight.
Dreams not hobbled by the state of biology,
Nor controlled by the torments of
Hormonal psychology.
In those moments
We are freed
And whoever we are
Or wish,
We can be.

2 comments:

Fátima Pestana said...

SO LOVELY AND SO TRUE. THE WAY WE CHANGE AS YOU GET OLDER AND WISER AND SOMETIMES MORE OR LESS ECCENTRIC. EVEN DREAMS CHANGE AND
MINE, WITH ALL THE TRAUMA, ARE MORE NIGHTMARES THAN OTHER THING BUT THAT'S OKAY.
WISH YOU KEEP ON WRITING MY DEAR, AND TO SALUTE THE DAY AND THE SUN.
I'M ALSO A WOODSTOCK GIRL EVEN NOT BEING THERE, AND I DARE TO SAY THAT WE SHARE THE SAME FAVORITE MUSIC AND BANDS.
LOVE YOU MY SISTER ������

karen lyons kalmenson said...

thank you so very much my beautiful sister across the sea, for your beautiful words and heart. it is an honor to know you.

love, peace and parrots

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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.