Dreams, the most personal stuff,
like the wool and the stitches,
entirely our own;
and we sit with the patterns
intervened by thoughts,
yes, thoughts, all our own.
We, like weavers, sit with our coffee,
watch the steam rise
as if it were sunrise,
a daily event
but never mundane!
I throw a dice
for someone to catch
haphazardly.
Someone casts a shadow on the wall,
and that's enough stuff for someone to dream of a train running on a mountain track,
and that's what dreaming is.
A true dreamer has no face;
a dreamer: an all-time observer
and a part-time creator of a parallel world.
Sushama Karnik
May 26, 2018
For all of us:
+Souheil Ghammachi +Lise Wal +Yasmeen Patel +Olga Levit
Thanks for the image and the conversation, Souheil Ghammachi
like the wool and the stitches,
entirely our own;
and we sit with the patterns
intervened by thoughts,
yes, thoughts, all our own.
We, like weavers, sit with our coffee,
watch the steam rise
as if it were sunrise,
a daily event
but never mundane!
I throw a dice
for someone to catch
haphazardly.
Someone casts a shadow on the wall,
and that's enough stuff for someone to dream of a train running on a mountain track,
and that's what dreaming is.
A true dreamer has no face;
a dreamer: an all-time observer
and a part-time creator of a parallel world.
Sushama Karnik
May 26, 2018
For all of us:
+Souheil Ghammachi +Lise Wal +Yasmeen Patel +Olga Levit
Thanks for the image and the conversation, Souheil Ghammachi
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- +Sushama Karnik I do. I like your idea of knitting, sewing and weaving dreams...
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+Sushama Karnik ~ A true dreamer has no face;~
Really nice poem Sushama,thanks..`)REPLY 29w - That line was the point where I felt I could clinch the whole poem into a quintessential thought. You nailed it. +tony langmach
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