Awakening the Dream

Awakening the Dream by Odin Roark Even in a dream A poet’s page Starts blank Restlessly The inscrutable pen hovers Awareness preparing absorption Like a dry valley of nature Awaiting tributaries to ripple convergence A lake to be Remaining patient Unaddressed questions resurface Even as pebbles hamper flow once again Rocks demand navigation And boulders bent on containment Concede the rush into reservoirs Expression’s pause Ellipsis of control Fails holding back the surge of ink to paper As grammar’s first trickle bodes further volume Restless verbs urge images forward A tide of willingness waits Wanting complete its existence Around mind’s shoreline Animation commences cautiously Needing to quench Parched wanderings Staying ever mindful Poisoning is often invisible Unexpectedly This once empty page Experiences a downpour Cooling passion’s vacillating temperatures Into pastels of emotion Urging hard layered resistance Into malleable thought Pauses and stops Commas and periods Paragraphs of reason and compassion Flow freely Like spillways of a dam For some The purge of resolve Often disappoints How delicate such a dream Excruciating at times Often revealing once invisible sentences To correct lingering mistakes Awakening retains echoes The waning past remaining familiar Like battlefields of regret Unpunctuated sentences Forever fragments of one’s war Such a dream’s ending Always makes known The expectant pen Forever willing to just be held Demanding nothing Merely to remain A trusted friend Knowing at times… It is the only friend