Dílo #20178
Autor:Siral
Druh:<žádný>
Kategorie:Poezie/Volné verše
Zóna:Jasoň
Datum publikace:04.10.2005 20:36
Počet návštěv:586
Počet názorů:9
Hodnocení:2

Prolog
/Man is like a shaker - icy and vapourous inside, all mixed up, and when you pour the contents out it always seems so light and easy./
Through the Looking Glass

A frown is a teardrop squared
as all clowns know 

Although the Dead Sea of our soul
is saltier than any ocean at hand
it freezes easily
Way too easily
And the frozen lumps of ice
move around
and sting 

Those allergic to cold
react with a smile 

The lumps of ice slowly thaw
bringing heat to our chest
surprisingly
If you can avoid them touching
the heart 

But icebergs take a long time
to disappear

You seem to be sitting in a boat
in the middle of Your sea
trying to look
Through the Looking Glass
of your eyes
The glass is misty
always from the other side
Unfortunately
You have to wait for someone else then You
to wipe it clean
I'm sorry

A smile is a teardrop halved
as all sad clowns know
I feel You do
Too
Alone in Your boat
with a smile
Like Alice when she came back
Through the Looking Glass

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04.10.2005 20:54
logikJJ
How to Write a Dream Poem


When you're asleep, the logical part of your brain is shut off while the wild and crazy part of your brain does whatever it wants. That's why poems about dreams can be so much fun. They can be rich in creative imagery or "wouldn't it be great if..." wish lists.

I think my favorite dream poem was published in Sweet Dreams. It was inspired by a Robert Louis Stevenson poem my mother used to read when she'd tuck me into bed.

My Bed is Like a Sailing Ship

My bed is like a sailing ship-
when I'm tucked in, I take a trip.
I leave behind my busy day
and sail to places far away.

I sail past beaches, gleaming white,
with palm trees swaying in the night.
I watch the waves break on the shore,
and then I see my bedroom floor!

I blink my eyes, I scratch my head-
my ship is home, I'm back in bed.
My ships goes sailing every night
and sails home in the morning light.

© 1996 by Bruce Lansky, reprinted from Sweet Dreams with permission of Meadowbrook Press

In this lesson, I'm going to give you several starters you can use to write different kind of dream poems.

1. Here's a poem that's fairly easy to write because it's simply a collection of dreamy images woven together. All you have to do is imagine some dreamy place and write down what you'd expect to see, hear, smell, taste, and feel there. Like the poem above, I suggest you end the poem with you waking up in bed after dreaming. This poem is in free verse, so you don't need to worry about rhyme or rhythm.

Tropical Dream

After tossing and turning for what must have been an hour or so,
I find myself lying on a tropical beach,
the waves gently licking the sand.
I gaze up at the sky and notice some pelicans
soaring and swooping, looking for lunch.
There's a catamaran sailing offshore,
swept by the wind that is cooling my brow.
etc.

2. Here's another free-verse poem starter. This time, it's a collection of sleepy thoughts you might have before drifting off to sleep.

Sleepy Thoughts on a Cold Winter Night

I'm cold.
I pull my blanket over my head.
That's better.
I find a comfortable position
and start breathing slowly.
I wonder what it would be like
to be a bear and sleep all winter.
I guess you'd have to have a pretty big last supper,
or you'd have to wake up in January to find something to eat.
I wonder what it would be like
to be a fish and sleep at the bottom of a lake.
I guess you'd have to have gills,
or you'd have to come up to the surface every ten seconds or so
to get a breath of air.
etc.

3. Here's a starter for a different kind of free-verse dream poem. It could be a sleepy dream story, or it could simply be a "dream" in the sense of "I wish I were rich and famous."

My Dream

Every kid needs help with homework.
Well, most of us anyway.
So I start an Internet company called "Homework Helper."
I've lined up the smartest kids in school
to explain math and science, edit papers,
and correct homework before it's turned in.
Anyway, as soon as the kids at school find out,
they flock to my website.
When kids from schools around the country start logging on,
I know I'm on to something.
But my parents have no idea what I'm doing,
until the day that a reporter from People magazine calls my mother
and says he wants to interview her "brilliant" son
for their next issue!
etc.

4. Here's another wish list. If you've read any of my list-poem lessons, you already know that these are easy and fun to write. Again, there's no need to worry about rhythm and rhyme.

I May Be Dreaming, But Wouldn't It Be Great If...
…I were a genius who could get straight As in school without having to do any homework.
…My parents let me eat dessert first and then anything else wanted.
…My little sister moved to an island off the coast of Madagascar and I never heard from her again, except on my birthdays, when she'd send me a card with money in it.
…Instead of making me go to Sunday school, my parents would take me and my girlfriend to the amusement park, where I could practice the Golden Rule on the roller coaster by holding her hand whenever she got scared.
etc.

I could go on, but I've been up all night. It's almost time to go to work. I had trouble sleeping, and after reading a dull book, I got out of bed and decided to do something productive-like writing a poetry lesson. If you can't dream, the next best thing is to write dream poems. Funny, I suddenly feel sleepy.

Maybe I'll just close my eyes and.....
05.10.2005 09:30
beepee
tak tohle si prijdu precist jeste jednou jindy :)
05.10.2005 14:02
Humble
pěkná English :o)*
05.10.2005 16:51
waldekke
Hey, Logic-man, unless you are Bruce Lansky yourself I suggest you give the due credit to http://www.gigglepoetry.com/poetryclass/dream.htm will yer? As for Siral's piece, "A frown is a teardrop squared" sounds all math to me. ;o) If you have to write in English, please, make it English, or just don't try.
05.10.2005 17:07
Humble
Když už jsme u té Alenky...

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


05.10.2005 17:16
Mat
Tak jo... až mi francouzština poleze krkem, tak si sednu... a přeložím si to :)
08.10.2005 15:43
Lady
Něpanimaju

16.11.2005 19:46
Marty_Zappa
Ty .... to bylo něco .Já si myslím že anglicky teda jako umím, ale tohle bych nedal .Vubec to nedávaám v česštině, natožtak v cizáckym jazyku .Ale it was mostly impressive

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