Dreams in Two Voices
Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today, my friend Terry Elliott posted a poem, a dialogue about who we are— where the “I, Me” derived, perhaps from the dreams of what is around us, like your books and readings.
And so I responded with parts of his poem, and a bit of my ideas about “my dreams” and, indeed, how I became “me,” an extension, a connection, and a remix with my friend.
Dreams in Two Voices
“Terry Elliott”
~Sheri Edwards~“What else do you observe?
I see those dreams.They are all the books on my shelves,on my desk,always front and centerin front of me,sidetracks from my own dreams…”~A bouquet of beliefs,
some held, others
discarded: a choice
for my own dreams
to bloom.~“it needs me
to live…”
~Lest they fade
In ever-yellowing
pages,
lost
as dust
whisked away
with the wind~“find an eddy somewhere
and a sandbank
to drag my undreaming self upon…”
~To swirl the
spirits and let sprout
seeds~“but new ones this time.
And mine”
~and mine.~
remix of Terry Elliott poem by Sheri Edwards
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For more on the writing process, see the What Else Dreams post.
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart
1DR What Else? 