September 8th, 2021

Scorpio

"A Dream of Cotton-Candy Clouds"

A Dream of Cotton-Candy Clouds
by Christopher Walsh, 9/8/2021





Imagine a dream like this:
You fly. Of course you can
Fly, up and up and over and up
And farther because hey
You can fly. More to explore
And without need for legs or for
Any apparent propulsion: you
Just fly. And clouds
Are closer, with the horizon
More defined and the sun
Low near the west part of it.
Light makes the clouds
Pink, and you go still farther up
And get to the cloud
To find it's edible,
Spun and near-weightless, and
Available for you. You
Nibble. You swallow, you work
Around the edges of cloud at
The edge of night, and
Find sweetness.
Dreams find their own way to satisfy.


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Poem-writing discussion time:

I am a very experienced vivid dreamer. This morning, while I was in an odd, "off" mood, I decided to write a poem that felt like a dream. This resulted quickly. A single page in my poem notebook, not revised much, and shared, also quickly. And I felt better after writing it.

The title came first: I wanted an image, as often my poems don't have much imagery in them and I'm trying to stretch a bit. (Maybe this is influenced by a dream I've mostly forgotten, but I doubt it.) By contrast, this poem from 2013, "Projected on the Sky," is directly inspired by a dream; I made almost no changes from the dream in writing it, except for removing one very random detail that would have stuck out like a sore thumb. Really stuck out, like the man with cheese in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode "Restless." I'll add that normally I don't do such dream-transcribing, because all thoughts can be edited, but in that case the result was a poem I'm still very fond of.

And I like this new one.

Another small craft thing: I tried not to use too much punctuation. I overuse them. I want to be more confident at using line breaks as punctuation, and for me, this poem having four of 22 lines end with punctuation is restraint. I think I needed those four. In other poems, maybe I can use fewer.

I find this interesting, which is good because it helps push me to write more poems, and that's a nice goal.