Monday, September 5, 2016

Climbing the Great Wall


                                              last night


                                              a black bear

                                              ran

                                              through the roses


                                              again, I was a Tibetan boy

                                              climbing

                                              the Great Wall

                  



2 comments:

  1. The subconscious assumes many forms in dream and expresses much in metaphor. This poem has that feeling, that atmosphere, and I am still learning its language. Strange, because it's part of how the mind speaks to itself.

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    1. If it's any consolation, this is still a mystery to me also ... the dream and the reality of a bear having run through the roses the same night seemed an intriguing juxtaposition, one I could not articulate in any other way ... I feel it on a level beyond language and hope it somehow conveys the mystery that remains.

      Thanks for commenting, Geo.

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