Dreams

Give me a helpful feedback for my upcoming book tentatively titled Rendering the Dream Beyond Yesterday's cover — yellow, green, blue, and red color fonts and light-grey background.  My book is a memoir entangled with fantasy-fiction; the main female character (based on me) is richly imaginative with a gift of altering her events and the world around her with a power of her imagination.  The world or events do not change, but she merely escapes them through her imagination.  Helping her through dark times, her right brain alters her days during the worst of times—by flipping in-and-out of it, vacillating her imagination then back to reality, coming out alive and well.  That is the power of your mind.  For boys or guys:  Think playing virtual-reality video game.  Take on the role of a fantasy character and stay in it for the game.  After all, who is to say how much of your reality is . . . really real?  In our minds it is subjective.  And our minds can assign meanings as we interpret events we witness. 

Render the Dreams beyond Yesterday's

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The following poem is from the first chapter in my book.  The meter has been lengthened with each stanza , and it reverts to shorter meters on the final stanza (You may recall shorter meter in Troika of Birds from my April post).  The poem "Cascades," 1st line in the 1st stanza repeats at the last line in the 2nd stanza, 2nd line in the 3rd stanza, 3rd line in the 4th stanza, 4th line in the 5th stanza.  (some rules were broken)  Its sequence is as follows:  A, B, C, D; a, b, c, A; d, e, f, B; g, h, i, C; j, k, l, D:





Dreams

When night falls,

Come back to the one,

Your one home,

Bid us fair,

Our sacred words to avail,

So thus we hold on,

 

 

By dusk falls,

Moonbeam lighten halls,

Eve after sundown

The eve sky, stars, moon,

Beyond the midnight hour,

When night falls,

 

 

Darkness falls,

A deafening fall,

Of darkness,

Of blackness,

I drift asleep . . . in quilts, downs,

Come back to the one,

 

 

By the hour,

Nights are in blackness,

Cast colors,

No ogress,

But phantasm cast anchor,

Your one home,

 

 

Ah, a man,

Say words for our bond,

As he cross,

Bid us fair,

Our sacred words to avail,

So thus we hold on.