Dreams and Memory

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #234
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revenant, fluctuation, justice, drop, pilot, sigh,
shaft, claim, bustling, engage, dismiss, roar

Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #42
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trying, shoes, logic, fumbling, stands, anger,
trembling, memory, father, knot, tight, untie

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #286
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Dreams and Memory

There are some who claim when one dreams
of their father, they are really dreaming
of a fluctuating revenant of God, trying perhaps,
to engage a fumbling awareness too easily dismissed.

Logic says that memory doesn’t always stand
in truth or justice. That it might even tremble
in a shaft of chosen forgetfulness, releasing only
a sigh of what is hoped to have been.

My Dad was my emotional pilot through childhood.
Never bustling, always moving with caution,
while dropping his quiet wisdom without a need
for roaring anger. I remember following him,

placing my shoes in prints he left in moist soil of North
Wisconsin woods, while seeking a trout stream we didn’t
always find. His memory remains a tightly woven inner knot,
a precious reality I have no desire, or need, to untie.

Elizabeth Crawford  1/17/16

Notes: I believe there are certain words that carry so much association with them, that they carry us along no matter the circumstances. One of those, for me, is the word father. Try as I might, this poem simply wouldn’t go in any other direction. Thanks Dad. I did use all of the words.

Image is one of my templates colored in India Ink and enhanced with a bit of digital background.

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29 Responses to Dreams and Memory

  1. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Love this – such a sweet and touching write.

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  2. thotpurge says:

    You really work wonders with those word prompts… this one flows so poignantly. Nicely done!

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  3. oldegg says:

    Applause one again for the use of the words. Memories of parents from childhood are precious that time and events should not tarnish.

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  4. Jae Rose says:

    What a beautiful poem – and hadn’t considered how some knots form a healthy foundation..others a tangle that needs to be untied..father is an emotive word – however we experienced ‘it’ it is a commonality..we all either have one or don’t and how they treated us (or not) remains in the fibre of those knots..it is uplifting to read of this experience..to learn that goodness exists and carries on through the next generation..a cycle of bright colour

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  5. i never knew my father but i relate these words to my mother who has left me with love

    gracias, beautiful words

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  6. Sumana Roy says:

    a beautiful tribute and how amazingly you’ve wordled combining two prompts..wow…

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  7. I love the thought of secrets passed through generations.. Truly wonderful to walk those paths and hear the words inside.

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  8. Misky says:

    That is completely lovely and heartwarming. A very good morning to you, Elizabeth.

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  9. Mary says:

    What a fine example your father must have been, Elizabeth. And good to hear that you follow his example. He sounds like a calm and thoughtfully reasonable man! You walk in fine prints!

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  10. Beautiful tribute to your father – and wonderful use of the words. Lovely turns on the images.

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  11. Oh Elizabeth our fathers were made from the same stardust….
    ‘My Dad was my emotional pilot through childhood.
    Never bustling, always moving with caution,
    while dropping his quiet wisdom without a need
    for roaring anger. I remember following him,’

    This is my memory of my father which steers me today….and his memory is there forever etched no matter its flaws…it is the truth I believe. Thank you for this amazing poem!

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  12. Mama Zen says:

    This is just amazing work.

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  13. I wonder if my kids will dream of me? A delightful tribute.

    My Whirl!

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  14. Sherry Marr says:

    I can feel his quiet wisdom and see you still following in his footsteps with your own brand of quiet wisdom. How wonderful, what the word father evokes in you. It evokes very different knots within me. Though now I am old enough to understand addiction and to remember that underneath it, my father was brilliant and talented. Sigh.

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  15. Suyash Jha says:

    very touching ! evokes a lot of emotion

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  16. C.C. says:

    The image is utterly gorgeous….I love it. “Father” has the same associations for me….definitely one of those ‘power’ words for me, too. How lucky we are to have that precious knot that we do not wish to untie!

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  17. annell4 says:

    I love when you write about your Dad. I remember the first piece of your’s I ever read, was about you and your Dad, fishing.

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  18. Those lines about following in foot prints, and looking for trout streams you might not find are absolutely wonderful. Haunting and evocative.

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  19. thank you for this poem about your father. very solemn and yet beautiful to read. I’m fascinated with your skills. remarkable.

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  20. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    A good father is such a gift to a girl!

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  21. Pamela says:

    Beautiful write, Elizabeth. Rich in imagery. How in the world did you use all of those words?

    Pamela ox

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  22. gailatthefarm says:

    I was led here, I think. The perfect piece that I needed to read.

    For two nights I’ve dreamed of Dad. I think he is helping me figure out solutions.

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  23. kanzensakura says:

    Oh how this beautiful poem touched me. Looking back, I remember how I used to put my feet into his shoes and walk about the house. To this day, when facing a dilemma, I mentally put on his shoes just as you walked in your father’s footsteps. Your father and mine must have been variations on that pattern of quiet goodness, truth, curiosity, gentle strength, unflinching honesty. I wish I had written this. Perfect.

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  24. Lovely memories of your father, so well written. The image is happy.

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  25. I see this as a tribute to the ones that came before.

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  26. gailatthefarm says:

    Thanks for visiting. That’s probably true.

    Have a great evening.

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