a fragment of a dream, caught in the morning light

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and I am reminded again of who I am,
what I see when I look up at the night sky,
the scent of the earth in spring–

I feel the summer lingering,
long days of sun and sand
and the salty taste I carry
through days that follow me in rhythm
with the waves–

I see the sharpness of blue sky
behind black branches,
a playground of white snow
that culminates in hot chocolate,
logs burning,
the inside warming the outer—

I have been uprooted and transplanted
so many times that nowhere is home–
everything is temporary–
I’m always expecting to move on–

but I remember looking up
through the shade of oak trees,
the roses in my mother garden,
lilacs filled with butterflies—

the rust and gold of autumn
singing beneath my feet

a fragment s

NaPoWriMo asked us today to talk about our origins.




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31 responses to “a fragment of a dream, caught in the morning light”

  1. boundlessblessingsblog says :

    Beautiful imaginative dream caught in the morning sun. Awesome poetic words of beauty, M and I loved your abstract paintings. Too good.


  2. merrildsmith says :

    Lovely–especially that final stanza.

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  3. Manja Mexi Movie says :

    Ahh. Beautiful. ❤ What expectation of a tree must be like.

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  4. rivrvlogr says :

    When dreams become memories, they might they might look like this.

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  5. LuAnne Holder says :

    Lovely, dreamy poem and the paintings are beautiful. Watercolor? I especially like the splashes of paint shooting off the sphere in the last one.

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  6. deuxiemepeau says :

    So vivid; the scent of the earth in spring- wonderful, I can smell it too! I love how it takes you back to childhood, the visions, how it felt, what you saw. This is gorgeous and such colors you painted in both words and the picture.

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  7. Charlie O'Shields says :

    This is gorgeous! 😍 Love it! And it should surprise you not that I got a tingle with the line “a playground of white snow
    that culminates in hot chocolate,” hehe

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  8. Jane Dougherty says :

    I love this. It really hits a nerve, as you can probably imagine. It all comes back to the nature we surround ourselves with, trees in particular.

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  9. Sharon Mann says :

    Now I want to go out and sit in my garden. Beautiful imagery.

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  10. anmol(alias HA) says :

    Some beautiful imagery here — I love how you expressed the “point of origin” through this transience as well as the natural beauty of one’s surroundings at a point of time.

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  11. Jill Kuhn says :

    Beautiful Kerfe! I love to lie on the ground and look up the branches of a tree. 🌳

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  12. Shuku Li says :

    I have been uprooted and transplanted
    so many times that nowhere is home–
    everything is temporary–
    I’m always expecting to move on–

    This resonates so much especially – I’ve moved across continents several times, and even though I was born here, and I live here now, I don’t feel it is home (it doesn’t help that the politicians keep telling us ‘immigrants’ to go home to where we came from. What happens when this is the only home we know, and our genetic inheritance is only that – an inheritance, not a choice?)

    I love the whole poem and the artwork is so much like a fragment of morning dream, with its colours!

    My Day 11, I am SO BEHIND…

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    • memadtwo says :

      We are all immigrants when it comes down to it…if anything, the Mexicans are the Natives and all those white European men should go back to the place they came from (fat chance Europe would take them back…)

      The world is crazy, it’s hard to feel secure enough to put down roots.


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