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the dream i have
scares me
people fucking
on a huge field
surrounding us
and we walked around
bumping them
gasping at them
lost,
desperate

i opened a window to
let summer visit me
closed my eyes as
it patted my cheek

and i wanted the field
i wanted you and i
making love among
cornflowers and sunflowers

i woke up
hating the dream

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I have been away from Jonette for a few months, and you have seen my dream and penned it.
I return to her June 2nd. I will then live my dream and make passion love to her. for there is no great union between to people in love upon seeing each other. It seems to translate into the physical.

the freeverse is interesting I will say no more in keeping with your option choice.

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

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I'd lose the last few words. End with I hated the dream.

Much stronger.(especially since not coming true is already implied).

Funny how I had the same dream. I think we're all having a mass orgy when sound asleep. ;-)

~A

the field is still there,
and let's call it the GUTOF (Grand Unified Theory of Fucking).

There's room for everyone [grins]

a tiny thing-
and we walked around [walk, keep it in the present tense, in fact the whole poem would be better in the present tense.]

and maybe, just maybe, as an ending
"we wake up
sharing the dream"

Yes, it changes the whole concept of the poem, but isn't it grand?

cheers,
Jess
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Your title is intriguing and drew me in right away. Although their is sex in the dream it does not seem like a standard erotic dream. I feel a sense of loss and longing from it. My favorite lines are:

i opened a window to
let summer visit me
closed my eyes as
it patted my cheek

and i wanted the field
i wanted you and i
making love among
cornflowers and sunflowers

The last lines of your poem confirmed my theory. Let me know if I am completely off-base?

always, Cat

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Your assumptions are correct as opposed to Jess who wants to change it up but in fact if I did that I'd be changing real life which my poetry most definitely is so it needs to remain as it is.

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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trying to change instead of help. I should know better. Let's hope I never stop learning,
sorry chez.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

I could quite see how the entire poem can be changed with a few words, I don't mind discussion but just so you know...I rarely change anything :P lol

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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Ha! When one is *enraptured* with/by one's muse, how on earth can one changes his/her muse's words?
I sooooo understand......

~A

p.s. However, on occasion my listening just ain't write. ;-)

Nothing like this type dream to warm a cold night down there. I think the 2nd stanza is richest of imagery in all of poem....stan

Wow
wish i could write with this vivid imagery
and feel

like how changes affect poems

"I wake to hate dreams" or "dreaming"

just my last word and take on this
its perfect the way it is

Im running hungry of late
physically and sit at the food court
surrounded by people
eating
yet its not about eating
or food
something more

Like loving for some
is loving and yet more
LIke a flavour one appeals
towards
the seeking
even when surrounding
even waking to hating
that want
and yet being excited
to have that ache too

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