This poem, my 15th hybridanelle, is the first of four poems that connect to a dream I had in 2001. The other three poems, in the order they were written, are “Three Ravens”, “markers”, and “oak touch”.
The poem “markers” does a decent job of describing the dream itself. Being a surreal dream, “markers” is a surreal poem. Some of the circumstances surrounding the dream are talked about in the intro to “oak touch”. This poem focuses on the oak tree that I encountered in “real life” about two weeks after I dreamed about it.
Oak Dream
random weaves of rugged bark
writhe against the phasing skies
that drift beyond capricious leaves
roots extend throughout a dozen worlds
winding deep into the plane of dreams
to brush the wayward mind like strokes of wind
weathered plates of charcoal gray
shift and slide into the air as
random weaves of rugged bark
tendrils cleave the mists from drought to draught
driven to explore domains of light
winding deep into the plane of dreams
vapors breathe against the moon
raising plumes within the void
that drift beyond capricious leaves
solar cells fan out as emerald lobes
along dynamic conduits of growth
driven to explore domains of light
mosses clothe erratic limbs
climbing toward inconstant heights up
random weaves of rugged bark
colors dance across elusive grains
in gradual pilgrimage through subtle realms
along dynamic conduits of growth
russet rustles greet the stars
when cloud-breaks split the stormy nights
that drift beyond capricious leaves
like ripples cast by gentle drops of rain
rings expand through time as branches reach
in gradual pilgrimage through subtle realms
stardust rises from the earth
to sing across the depths of space on
random weaves of rugged bark
that drift beyond capricious leaves
beneath the spread of tangible mirage
roots extend throughout a dozen worlds
rings expand through time as branches reach
to brush the wayward mind like strokes of wind
