Dream sequence


In a dream, lost, and
perplexed: hilly pathways, gates,
steps, gardens, doorways …

entrances denied
to me, barricades: all this
so familiar.

I stop. I wake up.
Was that me weeping? howling?
that another dream?

(Monday 02 March 2015)

Senryū #001: Mystery of grace


Mystery of
grace: the dirty truth is



The words of this poem were on my lips as I awoke this morning. I wrote them down, thinking of them as being in the haiku form. I did not know about senryū until I happened to read a post on another blog that included the word in its title. I am happy to have learned the distinction between the two forms.

“Senryū tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryū are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. Unlike haiku, senryū do not include a kireji (cutting word), and do not generally include a kigo, or season word” (Wikipedia: Senryū).


Après un rêve

walnut in spring (31 Oct 2012)

walnut in spring (31 Oct 2012)

Switching my computer on, this morning – and committed to writing – I was in little doubt that material from my dream would find its way into the text. There was something about a woman I loved many years ago returning as a friend. And a bouquet of apparently unrelated images.

Après un rêve, I typed, attempting to impose some semblance of order on my unruly thoughts.

Nothing much came of it. But it did turn out that this morning’s “Composer of the Week” radio talk began with an instrumental arrangement of Gabriel Fauré’s lovely melodie, Après un rêve.

There are numerous versions of this song on YouTube, and some of the comments make interesting reading. I have not listened to them all, but was taken with two: the first, by Véronique Gens (Roger Vignoles, piano); and there’s a splendid version by Barbara Hendricks, accompanied by Michel Dalberto.

Could it be? Yes, it could

West Side Story: The New Broadway Cast Recording (2009) – record cover

West Side Story: The New Broadway Cast Recording (2009) – cd cover



Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. (Carl Sagan)

Something fabulous is out there taking shape, emerging, peeking, and calling your name. (quoted in Seed of Fabulosity on Soulseeds)

My parents were not scientists. They knew almost nothing about science. But in introducing me simultaneously to skepticism and to wonder, they taught me the two uneasily cohabiting modes of thought that are central to the scientific method. (Carl Sagan, quoted in Carl Sagan: A Biography, by Ray Spangenburg and Diane Moser) .

Could be! Who knows?
There’s something due any day;
I will know right away,
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannonballing down through the sky,
Gleam in its eye, Bright as a rose!

Who knows?
It’s only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree.
I got a feeling there’s a miracle due,
Gonna come true,
Coming to me!

Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something’s coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something’s coming, I don’t know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!

With a click, with a shock,
Phone’ll jingle, door’ll knock,
Open the latch!
Something’s coming, don’t know when, but it’s soon;
Catch the moon,
One-handed catch!

Around the corner,
Or whistling down the river,
Come on, deliver
To me!
Will it be? Yes, it will.
Maybe just by holding still,
It’ll be there!

Come on, something, come on in, don’t be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair!
The air is humming,
And something great is coming!
Who knows?
It’s only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Maybe tonight . . .

(Lyrics: Something’s Coming from West Side Story, Book by Arthur Laurents
Music by Leonard Bernstein, Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim)


Spangenburg, Ray; Moser, Diane. 2004. Carl Sagan: A Biography. Westport, Connecticut: Greenwood Publishing Group. 

It’s best if I lose myself

The Spaces Between (cover, featuring 'The Painted Bird' by Shane Cotton)

The Spaces Between (cover, featuring ‘The Painted Bird’ by Shane Cotton)




‘I’m a ceramic artist,’ the German woman said.

‘Do you have to think when you’re making a pot?’ Kraik drew an invisible circle on the table top. ‘Imagine its shape?’

‘It’s best if I lose myself,’ the woman said …

(Russell Haley, in The Spaces Between [p184])


Haley, Russell. 2012. The spaces between. Auckland: Adastra

Imagine Peace




Imagine all the people living life in peace. (John Lennon)

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. (Yoko Ono)

Thanks to Donna Fleischer’s Word Pond blog for bringing the Imagine Peace website to my attention.

The main item of interest here is SURVIVING JAPAN — Japan after the Tsunami — by Chris Noland, but, along the way, I was captivated by the Yoko Ono quote and started digging for its original source. Take a look … on the Beatle Links Forum.  



          out of the silence 
          a murmur
          out of the darkness
          a glimmer 
          out of the murmuring
          a voice — my voice

and the shuffling swaying dance

and the murmured measured chant


          between my outstretched hands

          a swirling nest of fragrant smoke
          a glowing web — first morning light on spider-silk
          a glittering orb of gold and silver flakes

and the shuffling swaying dance

and the murmured measured chant

and the pulsing glittering fire


          out of the fiery web
          flakes fall

and the fallen flakes form
          faces          flowers          animals          trees 

and the sweepers come
          and sweep away the dusty flakes

and the sweet smoke swirls

and the images dissolve in dust

and a voice within me says:
Make no attempt
to grasp or hold this light

and the fire

and the dance

and the chant

and the sweeping …

This draft for a new poem was written following a recent dream.

The meaning of my life

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. (Paulo Coelho, in The Alchemist)

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path. (Paulo Coelho)

I recovered my immense will to live when I realized that the meaning of my life was the one I had chosen for it. (Paulo Coelho)

You are what you believe yourself to be. (Paulo Coelho, in The Witch of Portobello)

I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It’s all a question of how I view my life. (Paulo Coelho, in Eleven Minutes)

And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. (Paulo Coelho, in The Alchemist)

Stay mad, but behave like normal people. Run the risk of being different, but learn to do so without attracting attention. (Paulo Coelho)