Art: Michael Vincent Manalo – Imagined Memories found at: dodho.com
“Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.” Sigmund Freud
Where Does The Dreamer Dwell?
Where does the dreamer dwell?
in the house of memories
with an attic of dreams
speaking the rooms of life
as if they breathed,
enfleshed, feeling eons
while wallpaper yellows
dust as language
creasing the throat, though
not diminishing the sound
that must be made,
even though
only the dreamer hears
where they dwell.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
so very poignant.
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Loved this one!
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Many thanks Cheryl
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Lovely, PV!
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Many thanks
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Beautiful poem
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Much appreciated.
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“…only the dreamer hears, where they dwell”, beautifully expressed the lonely journey.
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Yes, that’s it really, the lonely journey, thank Amy.
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Poignant, indeed.
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Very poignant, Paul! Love the metaphor so much. Michael
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Thank you so much Michael.
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Captivating! I love the words and art!💕☕️☕️
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Thank you very much for sharing those encouraging words.
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This poem brought to mind “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gliman.
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Ah, I do remember that. Thank you for the connecting point Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Wherever dreamers are of course, thank you Caharles.
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Charles, I’m all thumbs
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Thought provoking Paul! ❤
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Interesting
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🙂
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