Autumn Dream (Interpretations please)

[Doreen Peri]

Note to All:
Thank you for interpreting this poem and telling me what it means to you, if anything. Also, the title sucks. Very cliche. Needs a new title. Suggestions welcome. Mostly, though, I'd like to know if it has any meaning to the reader and if so, how it resonated with you and what it means to you. Thank you again!

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Blown up with an atmospheric pressure,
the endeavors of even imagining them
to be something real, wielding no reasonable rhyme,
as if the centerpiece of a crime scene.

Being right in the middle of it,
where crows come to nest, where the crest
of tides ride on the inside of a mind freeze,
where a breeze never stops.

It's too cold to imagine a blanket remedy,
knees up to the chest, the rest
of the fetal position, futile,

profiled in a reflection
of a shadow echo,
holes unfilled,

the still recognition of a distant star,
farther than an horizon leap, farther
than a jeté played with rubber-band
logic.

Weak memories creep beneath a pillow, make it too solid,
not as comfortable, not as supportive.

A head dreaded down into a mattress dream
seams its way past frequency currents of a broken spring,
summer past. Fall, after all, comes exactly like you'd expect,
nobody there to catch you —

on an air current mass just past the changing of the hue
of a leaf or the branch of a chief remembrance,
one blend of a brush at a time.

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dp.10/10/11

[Steve Plonk]

Doreen, It appears that, in the dream, a part of you is out of your comfort zone
& another part of you is coming to terms with yourself. It seems to be a
great catharsis poem. You, as many of us, are in the autumn of your life.
The colors, as brush strokes, peep on through as being your "true colors" from your soul.

We all have to come terms with ourselves... Each of us in our own way.
One of the best symbolic poems I've seen lately. The title may be "old hat"
but it is a true title, even so. Your poem definitely shows a great inner strength. Thank you for posting this poem.

[Doreen Peri]

Wonderful reply, Steve! I never thought of the interpretation of being in the "fall" of my life. I have to think this over. I hope that FALL is a falling in love with life and not a metaphor for decay.

Seasonally, I like the idea of rebirth of wonder and being forever young knowing that the seasons will continually turn again and resurrect themselves!

Thank you so much for reading and for your wonderful interpretation. I do appreciate it very much!

All the best to you, Steve! ... Grateful, I am.