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Be sure to check out some wonderful poems by wonderful teachers over at Ethical ELA inspired by This Poem is a Nest. Beautiful and inspiring!
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Today's ArtSpeak: LIGHT poem is for those poets among us who like to daydream! Thanks so much for reading.
Writing Down a Dream
I dream in poems
like the light
of a gauzy morning
windowpane
that still remembers
dappled night.
I skip the well-trod roads,
choose an untamed lane
that doubles back,
swerves left,
scoots right—
All the while
my heart drops
breadcrumbs
for my brain.
- Irene Latham
Oh, that ending! Thank goodness for our breadcrumb-dropping hearts!
ReplyDelete"dappled night" - sigh! Thank you for your dreamy poem, Irene.
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful - you had me at 'gauzy morning.'
ReplyDeleteWhat a peaceful image you create! It reaches beyond the image in the painting you selected.
ReplyDeleteI love that ending, too, Irene, and with the painting, it does look like dreaming. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful analogy. I hope ALL poets are daydreamers :>)
ReplyDeleteIrene, what a joy-filled poem of day dreaming and nighttime dreaming. The breadcrumbs remind me of remembering something from night and jotting it down later. I have been writing nestlings all week after the Ethical ELA prompt! Thanks for the inspiration.
ReplyDeleteThat unexpected dappled night instead of night is fascinating...dream poems. Hmmmmm. Makes me hope I remember a dream soon.
ReplyDeleteIt is said we poets should begin and end strongly and you have certainly demonstrated that maxim in your poem, Irene. The ending is an absolute beauty!
ReplyDeleteI swooned throughout the poem but the ending filled my heart with joy, Irene. The poem and artwork make a delightful pair.
ReplyDeleteLove a windowpane that still remembers dappled night -- or that remembers anything! Big sigh...
ReplyDeleteYour last stanza says it all. The way we keep and hold and remember. Beautiful
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