Dream Pantoum

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Don’t lose the number she said.
Her face contained a message I could not read.
The number blurred and then erased itself in my hand.
Who has stolen the letters of my name?

Her face contained a message I could not read.
The words rearranged themselves into something geometric and alien.
Who has stolen the letters of my name?
She pretended that she had never seen me before.

The words rearranged themselves into something geometric and alien.
Don’t call me that I said.
She pretended that she had never seen me before.
No space would open to hold my configuration.

Don’t call me that I said.
The words stubbornly resisted my efforts to speak over them.
No space would open to hold my configuration.
A stranger took my hand and led me out of control.

The words stubbornly resisted my efforts to speak over them.
I tried to convey the causes of my distress.
A stranger took my hand and led me out of control.
We faded away, farther and longer away.

I tried to convey the causes of my distress.
The number blurred and then erased itself in my hand.
We faded away, farther and longer away.
Don’t lose the number she said.

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I love the puzzle of composing a pantoum.  Loosely following the Day 19 NaPoWriMo prompt to compose a poem from a story, I used the dream I had last night just before waking.  I had this stitched magazine face in mind, too, as an accompaniment.  Below is a synopsis of the source for the poem

My Dream

They gave me a name tag and a number. “Don’t lose the number,” they said, but immediately my number blurred and then erased itself.  The name was not my name, but it stubbornly resisted my efforts to mark over it.

I tried to tell the woman who seemed to be in charge that I needed to be called something different, not the letters that formed a sound that belonged to someone else. She pretended not to hear.

Someone took my seat. Someone I was sure I knew acted as if they had never seen me before.

We were supposed to write stories. I could find no notebook, no pencil or pen that belonged to me.

I sat in the back, alone.

A stranger, a tall young man, his face all glasses, took my hand and led me away. I tried to convey my distress; tell him my story.  He smiled and did not answer.

We faded away, farther and longer away.

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43 responses to “Dream Pantoum”

  1. Angela van Son says :

    Awesome. Awesome. Awesome! Sorry, I’m obviously not near a thesaurus 🙂

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  2. Sharon Mann says :

    Hi Kerfe, powerful meanings today. Dreams can certainly lead us to some fascinating places. Your art work with the stitches adds to the drama. I like how you followed with the contour of the face.

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    • memadtwo says :

      Thanks Sharon. The dream certainly worked right into the prompt!
      I’ve had this idea to embroidery designs on magazine photo faces for a long time. I hope to do more. Kind of a cross between mask and tattoo.

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  3. thelonelyauthorblog says :

    Fabulous post. Images and words. Bravo

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  4. Olga says :

    Loved the descending blur effect in the last series of photos. “The number blurred and then erased itself in my hand.” Interesting dream, Kerfe.

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  5. Lynz Real Cooking says :

    This is so interesting and different! I really like it and dreams can be really insightful or just weird!

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  6. rivrvlogr says :

    Well done, but distressing indeed – dream, story & poem.

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    • memadtwo says :

      Thanks Ken. I was quite distressed when I was in the dream, but not so much afterwards, awake. I don’t think I’m ready to psychoanalyze it though. I’ve been reading a book of strange and somewhat spooky stories, so perhaps that was an influence.

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  7. Jodi says :

    Wow. Words art stitching. Amazing stuff here!!

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  8. charlotteash says :

    I think dreams are the best source for poetry. This is indeed dreamy.

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  9. Claudia McGill says :

    Sort of that dystopian nightmare that sticks with you. Your dream, I mean. Your poem is just…too complex for me to come up with one word, I’m really hit hard by it.

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    • memadtwo says :

      Thanks Claudia. I’m not sure I want to examine the symbolism of the dream too closely. It was kind of a dark variation of my endless-lost-hallway school dreams.

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      • Claudia McGill says :

        No, it is enough just to be caught in it. My particular version in recent times is that I go to my job and find out they have no work for me to do and so I’ll be losing my job, but no one is telling me, they’re just letting me get the message by me having an empty in basket or sometimes, I have no desk anymore. I hate this dream.

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        • memadtwo says :

          That does sound disturbing. I wonder why dreams are often so anxious? It would be good if it got rid of the anxieties, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

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          • Claudia McGill says :

            No. And the same themes recur. Although I’ve noticed in some instances I am realizing in the middle of the dream, this is not real, I actually did graduate from college/maintained employment/did not set my purse down and went off and left it. Etc. One of my most upsetting dreams is that, I am in college, I have two dorm rooms, one of which I forgot and just now remembered, and this is especially bad because I went off and left my cats in there, some time ago (and the cats can be any combo of the cats I’ve had over the last thirty years) and…I can’t remember where this room is. I wake up terrified from this dream, I hope it goes away soon.

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  10. merrildsmith says :

    Wow. Dreams–and this dream–and the poem from the dream. . . .I love the mystery of dreams. Your subconscious seems to really want to tell you something. The pantoum form was just perfect for this. Overall amazing, Kerfe!

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  11. Jane Dougherty says :

    The pantoum form certainly lends itself to the dream-writing. There is a distressing feel to this, like the fading and blurring of the photographs. Dreams are uncontrollable.

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  12. Grace says :

    Such a lovely form and the repetition of the verses give it a dream in a dream mood ~

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  13. Frank Hubeny says :

    Being told not to lose a number that would be the first thing I’d lose. I like the images fading away at the end.

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  14. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says :

    This is so much like a dream (or even many dreams that overlap)… the form works so well for that.

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  15. sheldonk2014 says :

    Really strong both art and words

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