Asleep or awake, I suspect that
most poets are dreamers, and our dreams are a rich source of inspiration and
creativity.
Much has been written about
dreams and their interpretation, and dreams have offered an infinite wellspring
of ideas for writers of every stripe throughout written history. This week,
let’s write a poem inspired by an
actual dream (happy dream, emphatic dream, nightmare, surreal dream, waking
dream, precognitive dream)—any dream that you’ve had.
Guidelines:
1. Dig deeply into your dream
recall (your ability to remember dreams) and write down as much of a particular
dream as you can remember (perhaps even a recurrent one).
2. Reflect upon the imagery and
symbolism of the dream you’ve chosen. Think about the details. To explore some dream symbols, click here.
3. What did the dream mean or
suggest to you?
4. Then re-dream your dream in a
poem.
5. Alternatively, recall times
when you’ve watched a beloved pet sleep, and imagine what that pet’s dreams
might have been. Write a poem about a pet’s dream.
Tips:
1. Focus on imagery and on
creating a sense of your dream’s mood. Mood and tone will be important in this
poem.
2. If the dream didn’t make sense
to you, don’t attempt to force it to make sense in your poem.
3. If the imagery of the dream
was surreal, then use surreal imagery in your poem.
4. You may want to write in the
past tense, but think about switching to the present tense to create a sense of immediacy, as if the dream is
happening now.
5. Be aware of “ing” endings and
overuse of prepositional phrases.
6. If you write about a recurrent
dream, be sure to include some elements of repetition, including anaphora (the
deliberate repetition of the first part of a sentence). Repetition can be used
for emphasis, as well as to create tension, and to enhance the sound quality in
a poem.
7. Let your poem use space on the
page in the same way that it uses space in your mind. If the dream components
are scattered, scatter their word counterparts across the page with interesting
line breaks, indents, and stanzaic arrangements.
Examples:
For more examples, visit: www.poets.org/text/poems-about-dreams-sleep.
By way of sharing, here's a dream poem based on a neighbor's suicide
(from my forthcoming book, A Lightness, A Thirst, or Nothing At All).
So Much Life
The girl who killed herself, her dog, and son speaks to me. She tells me that this death is only sleep. I’m not sure what she means by this—what other death? I stand above her grave, not knowing if there even is a grave (a place to put her—perhaps just ash, the newspapers didn’t say); but, no, I see her face. Her lips move before the words: So much life, she says, is dead before the body follows. She looks at me through stippled eyes and, reaching up, she trims the moon with pinking shears. Light, unraveled, falls (a perfect circle) around the dog beside her—the dog’s spirit scratches its jaw. I don’t know how she came to be inside my dream or why she haunts me—I barely knew her. From my front porch, I see the house in which she lived—the storm door open. Snow that is ice, that is glass, covers the lawn; the lawn splinters and cracks.
(Acknowledgment: Exit 13 Magazine, Vol. #20, 2014)
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LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this one! And what a great image of the two dogs. They look so peacefully into their dreams like two old souls napping together.
ReplyDeleteThe poem from your book is extremely evocative and filled with dream-like imagery. (Did the woman really kill herself, her son, and her dog?)
Thanks for another brilliant prompt!
Thanks so much, Jamie! Your comments and kind words are always most welcome.
DeleteThose are Renee Ashley's dogs, two of the sweetest souls I've ever met.
Steve and Mona are adorable! They look so peaceful and contented, as if they're sharing their dreams. Oh, and the prompt is good too (smile here).
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kathy! Dogs first for me too!
DeleteI find the prompt, the tips, and the dream symbols website so helpful. There is so much spiritual wealth in our dreams, so to have a method to harvest it gives us poets so much potential material!
ReplyDeleteSO MUCH LIFE from your new book stunned me.
Here is a recurring dream of mine. I first started dreaming it when mother was still alive and I was building a career here in America. I reworked the poem using your tips and your coaching over the years:
POLICE HELICOPTER
I have arrived in Athens
to visit mother in the ICU.
Flight’s late. Find no
taxis. I phone my
brother’s cell but
get his voice mail.
I look to hitch a ride but
the highway’s jammed.
On the pad, a helicopter’s blades turn
but no policeman.
Time’s running out.
— I wake up to
no traffic, no airports, no people...
Just tall trees and the river.
Mum smiles from her
frame on the wall.
Basil Rouskas
Thanks so much, Basil for your comment and kind words!
DeleteThanks, too, for sharing your poem—I can feel the tension and your sense of helplessness. I, too, have a recurrent dream about not being able to get to my mother.
Any chance that you might bring this poem to our workshop on Wednesday? I think the group would find it interesting and evocative to work with. (Once again, your beautiful, saving river ...)
This poem is really touching, Basil. It evokes a feeling of longing that resonates for me because I, too, dream of seeing my mom again. Thanks for sharing with us.
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ReplyDeletein a day room
at night
at the wind down of a party
Everyone was drunk
Everyone was young
Living the American dream
I was just a guest
a ghost
of my own imagination
I woke up
no longer surrounded by empty vessels
The ocean's breeze
lazily
blows
through the windows
Puss is purring
All is well
All is well
A dream of the past ... Brilliant, Risa, especially the line "I was just a guest/a ghost/of my own imagination." I like your "then" and "now" approach.
DeleteThanks so much for sharing!
Ditto to everything Adele wrote! (That's a great line!)
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