As We Dream . . .

Call me to lie down in the fragrance.
         – D. Margoshes, Seasons of Lilac

Bare brittle branches and snowless grey pallor,
this winter’s reality.
Night dawns starless as we slip into dreams.
Our bed afloat in riotous blossoms,
spring collaged in wildflowers
cacophony of colors and scents.
There is but one season with you by my side.
Calendared through so many years,
this season of love.

Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Laura asks us to write a poem inspired by a final line from a poem. She provides us with a number of lines and we are to choose one. We may use that line as an epigraph, but are not required to do so. The line can not be in the body of the poem; nor can it be the title of the poem.
Epigraph: a line from another source, inserted between the title and content of one’s poem. It should somehow complement the poem.
Photo: from a visit to Ireland’s Blarney Castle a number of years ago.

46 thoughts on “As We Dream . . .

  1. kim881 January 26, 2021 / 3:05 pm

    A lovely poem complemented by a beautiful photo, Lill! I love the contrast of ‘Bare brittle branches and snowless grey pallor’ with ‘spring collaged in wildflowers / cacophony of colors and scents.’

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) January 26, 2021 / 3:07 pm

    With a season with those bare branches outside we know that we only have one season inside… it’s what we need to get through this season.

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  3. sanaarizvi January 26, 2021 / 3:09 pm

    This is exquisitely drawn, Lillian! 💝 I love the terrific use of color and contrast with; “Our bed afloat in riotous blossoms/calendared through so many years.” There is so much to love, experience and take away in this poem. 🙂

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      • sanaarizvi January 26, 2021 / 4:56 pm

        You’re most welcome! x

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  4. sarahsouthwest January 26, 2021 / 3:14 pm

    I love how we move into the season of love. It’s a great contrast between those bare branches and the riot of flowers. Maybe we need our dreams more than usual at the moment.

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    • lillian January 26, 2021 / 4:54 pm

      In these challenging times of Covid and political upheaval, I definitely believe we need our dreams.

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  5. Ali Grimshaw January 26, 2021 / 3:24 pm

    Your concluding lines here beautiful loop back to your epigraph.
    There is but one season with you by my side.
    Calendared through so many years,
    this season of love.

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  6. Ingrid January 26, 2021 / 3:58 pm

    What a heady dream full of the scents and colours of spring. I sense a yearning for spring in a lot of the poetry I read at the moment. Also a perfect metaphor for a perfect love!

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    • lillian January 26, 2021 / 4:55 pm

      Your comment makes me smile, Ingrid. Glad you enjoyed the poem. And yes, although it’s not even February, I’m yearning for spring and the ability to get outdoors more!

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  7. Lucy January 26, 2021 / 4:33 pm

    Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. That is all I can say!

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  8. Ron. January 26, 2021 / 4:35 pm

    “There is but one season with you by my side”…and you capture it perfectly here, Lillian. Awesome work.

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    • lillian January 26, 2021 / 4:56 pm

      Thank you so much, Ron. Glad you enjoyed this one.

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  9. msjadeli January 26, 2021 / 4:50 pm

    A wonderful place to dream about, lying in a flowered meadow, warm in the arms of a loved one. It doesn’t get any better than that.

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  10. calmkate January 26, 2021 / 5:04 pm

    a bouquet of beauty, colour and love to the one who shared so many seasons … spring lies eternal in our hearts no matter what the mirror says!

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    • lillian January 27, 2021 / 11:36 am

      Thank you, Rob. We will celebrate 51 years on February 7. Thankful for every day. He is often my muse 🙂

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    • lillian January 27, 2021 / 11:36 am

      Thank you so much, Christine!

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  11. Raivenne January 26, 2021 / 11:10 pm

    “There is but one season with you by my side” my word that is lovely!

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    • lillian January 27, 2021 / 11:37 am

      And after almost 51 years together, it is absolutely true!

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  12. ben Alexander January 27, 2021 / 2:07 am

    There is but one season with you by my side.

    Lillian, I literally said, “awwwwww” aloud when I read this line and then the ending… so sweet!

    -David

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    • lillian January 27, 2021 / 11:37 am

      Thank you, David. It will be 51 years together on February 7. Thankful for every day. He is often my muse 🙂

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  13. Dora January 27, 2021 / 1:28 pm

    “Spring collaged in wildflowers” just speaks to me. How lovely is your love!

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  14. Misky January 27, 2021 / 3:05 pm

    I always struggle writing a love poem, but you’ve done yours so well – not all gushy or super-sweet. Just truthful, warm and beautiful.

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  15. Craig January 27, 2021 / 6:47 pm

    Well d one, Lillian.

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  16. kaykuala h January 27, 2021 / 8:04 pm

    How nice, Lillian to remind and be reminded of those precious moments together sustained in memory. All told in fantastic poetic glory, as always with your flair for the language!

    Hank

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  17. Helen Dehner January 28, 2021 / 1:04 pm

    … so many wonderfully descriptive words … sigh.

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