12.18.2011

aspen dreams

there was a light, and i moved toward it,
but then there was this audible sigh,
as though all the universe had imploded
upon the mention of your name out loud.
afraid, i took cover under a great conifer,
waiting, watching for any threat at all,
but noting only squirrels and sparrows,
i grabbed a nearby sled to fly away.
it was more like a ski with a seat,
just like the one john denver fashioned
and shuttled in a rocky mountain high
christmas special, maybe starring muppets.
dismounting at the bottom, casual-like,
i kept checking behind me for followers
but there were none. i found my car and left,
excoriating myself for my grand paranoia,
wondering where you are and whether i'd sleep.

12 comments:

  1. marvelous! "under a great conifer"

    C is for conifers, my kind of trees!

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  2. oh man! all the musical influences, here.
    xoxox

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  3. Ah, that DOES tend to happen at the mention of certain names. And yet, the names sometimes insist upon being mentioned, and at the most inconvenient times.

    "casual-like" belongs in a poem. Now it is in one. Now, walk away cool and slow like you meant to do all that. Love this poem.

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  4. This sounds like the worst kind of anxiety dream (of which I'm a master)

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  5. heh. i am good at anxiety dreams, too. sigh.

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  6. the last two lines are my life, daily

    get out of my head, Marian. Wait, you're one of the few people I'd allow in there.

    loved this one

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  7. The telling itself is dreamlike... I like that and love

    as though all the universe had imploded
    upon the mention of your name out loud.


    Brilliant, that, and the last line, so wistful

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  8. I liked the telling of the story as well.
    Instantly my brain heard the noises in that echoey, eerie sound that comes from tall trees and snow.

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  9. Fantastic! I so love it! Love the "casual-like".......love the ski-seat image!

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  10. intriguing.a series of differing emotions bubbling under the surface, jostling to raise themselves.worth a few readings.

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  11. I hope you don't mind that I cracked up over "excoriating"! Mystics in the middle ages flailing themselves with twigs. I really like your use of words: "great conifer" sounds so majestic, and "grand paranoia" sounds almost majestic as well. Certainly better than a tiny phobia. I love it. I was right there with you, all the way.
    K

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  12. i approve of cracking up over poetry!

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