the dreams we paint on un-illumintated sheets

“just imagine how it is” i say,
“agravic,
light ‘n color pouring
from the pores,
like a Chagall painting”,
& i wonder why he did this–disconnection
from the ground

off the highway,

things look different, we lean
into night’s dark chest.
i don’t write in bed, usually,

“you taste of cocoa”,
“yeah”, i smile “that’s my new lipbalm”,
“nah”, he shakes his head
“it is the soul”,

“–so strange”, i say,
“there seems to be more weightlessness
within a given space”,

we shake the last thick snowflakes
from the duvet, then build nests,
wait for the cherry buds

to burst, breathless almost–
& the night is quiet– sated child,

mothermilk drips from the moon’s
full breast, my keyboard
clacks, clacks, clacks, ghostly,
in the half-dark, & i stretch, a purring cat

along the universe’s wide womb,
& in the falling catch you

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it’s OpenLinkNight again where we get all crazily poetic & the pub bursts with verse and laughter… write a poem & join us at 3pm EST at dVerse when we open the doors

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66 responses to “the dreams we paint on un-illumintated sheets

  1. “your lips taste of cocoa”,
    “yeah”, i smile “that’s my new lipbalm”,
    “nah”, he shakes his head
    “it is the soul”,

    Oh my, oh my, oh my…

  2. this is my newest favorite of yours, Claudia. so much to sink into. “into night’s dark chest” is magnificent and duvet, nest, cherry buds.. mm mmmm.

  3. Lots of maternal imagery going on here – and I see that Chagall stuck in your mind after reading Kvenna’s poem (which was not about Chagall). Fascinating how a little feather of inspiration can lead to a whole different bird!

  4. smiles…i like how you make the comparison to a chagall…and that bit of intimacy with your hubs as well on the taste of your lips…the building nests to wait for the cherry buds, nice touch…those last two lines, very visual, i like the stretch/fall/catch…cool piece c…

  5. Loved all the images you included in this poem, Claudia. The lipbalm that tastes of ‘soul,’ snowflakes on the duvet, and a purring cat along the universe’s wide womb. Really an evocative write. One I so very much enjoyed.

  6. Lots of fun stuff to “look at” in this piece, Claudia. The painter paints, and colors violinists in non-gravity. (Is THAT why they called me –back in the day–“spaced-out fiddler”? NO!)

    Clacking keyboard, you and he,
    along with cherry blossom tree
    waiting, suspended, falling back to real.
    A catch, a kiss, love now sealed.
    Falling in or falling out of our place
    Nevertheless–traveling endlessly
    we…In space

    Awesome write, Claudia. Thank you.
    PEACE!

    • I agree with Francesco, Though cocoa-tasting soul is tres cool and A favorite Chagall is floating everywhere,
      “Mothermilk drips from the moon’s full breast”…I’m in.

  7. Beautiful..and I love this..“you taste of cocoa”,
    “yeah”, i smile “that’s my new lipbalm”,
    “nah”, he shakes his head
    “it is the soul”…..he knows your soul 🙂

  8. Perhaps it tastes of illuMINTated cocoa? minted light … the smell, the taste, the quality of such a light … trickled from the title through the whole poem. Intentional or not, I enjoyed it.

  9. crazily poetic, this… what i’ve come to expect from your pen 🙂 – love the images & imaginativeness of “night’s dark chest” & “mothermilk drips from the moon’s
    full breast”…
    & i expect he’s right – it is the soul (not the lipbalm)

  10. I read this about three times because it’s so full of beautiful images. I had to rest with each one a while and let my mind savor it. I think this is an amazing write. it is rich with the texture of imaginings that are so unique to you.

  11. So many original and beautiful lines here…none better than “we lean into night’s dark chest” and “mothermilk drips from the moon’s full breast”….More, to numerous to state here. Love it!

  12. Just gorgeous, Claudia… especially:

    mothermilk drips from the moon’s
    full breast, my keyboard
    clacks, clacks, clacks, ghostly,
    in the half-dark, & i stretch, a purring cat

    along the universe’s wide womb,
    & in the falling catch you

  13. A Chagall painting—defying gravitational forces—romanticism—imagery—yes, they all describe your unique style of writing. I can come back again and again to one of your poems (as with said painting) and glean some other small treasure to hold close. Claudia, you are a wonderful artist. 🙂 E

  14. mothermilk drips from the moon’s
    full breast, my keyboard
    clacks, clacks, clacks, ghostly,
    in the half-dark, & i stretch, a purring cat

    Simply brilliant Claudia. I love your work.

  15. I’ve been reading and writing a lot of lunar-themed poetry recently, but this absolutely take the biscuit: ‘mothermilk drips from the moon’s
    full breast’. Brilliant!

  16. Sigh… the romance in this is fabulous, not just the sweetheart kind, but the love of life, the beauty of it all, those silent moments that mean so much.
    I loved this imagery: “we shake the last thick snowflakes
    from the duvet, then build nests,
    wait for the cherry buds”

    a perfect, beautiful nest of a poem.

  17. So many wonderful images here, but this is my favorite

    “my keyboard
    clacks, clacks, clacks, ghostly,
    in the half-dark, & i stretch, a purring cat”

    that was me, in another life. – Mosk

  18. Lovely, Claudia. So much heart and genuine quality of life and relationship in this one. Cocoa with whipped cream! It lingers on my moustache after diving deep into this one! Thank you, heartfelt.

  19. clack clack clack. 😀

    Much to love here, Claudia.

    “we shake the last thick snowflakes
    from the duvet, then build nests,
    wait for the cherry buds

    to burst, breathless almost–
    & the night is quiet– sated child,

    mothermilk drips from the moon’s
    full breast, my keyboard
    clacks, clacks, clacks, ghostly,
    in the half-dark,”-

    my favourite bit. 🙂

  20. This is the second time in recent days I’ve come across the word “duvet.” This must be a sign, Claudia. I love your decision to use it. Another wonderful composition my friend, and thank you for reminding me about “duvet.”

  21. This is my first night at dVerse, and I am a little dizzy with the joy of it all. You are wondrous. I love your words, and your playfulness, your effortlessness. This will sit with me for a long time, and continue to bring me a smile.

  22. this piece soars quietly, like a night bird on the hunt, and I really liked it. You had me with the moon’s breasts. You do have an enviable facility to be able to leap several directions at once with your words, while still always remaining well grounded in your self, your life, our marriage.

  23. Hello, Claudia! Good to see you–on my pages and yours! I loved the cocoa lipbalm–and particularly where you took the piece from there. I think it’s important for all of us to feel weightless sometimes…

    • “–so strange”, i say,
      “there seems to be more weightlessness
      within a given space”,

      we shake the last thick snowflakes
      from the duvet, then build nests,
      wait for the cherry buds…”

      …Thanks, for sharing, I love the way, your poetic words just roll Off your tongue…As you are busy just bursting [with verse and laughter] and having fun.
      deedee 🙂

  24. Claudia wow with this and like Chagall you delve into a world and with your words create a piece that is distinct and stands so very vividly on it’s own