Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

‘Dreams nudge the conscious mind awake’ a 5 O’Clock Poem by Stephen Fuller with audio

Tonight’s poem was inspired by Robert Frost’s, “Wind and Window Flower” from his first collection, A Boy’s Will. Suppose that the boy who began writing, willed poetry through all sorts of circumstances that were not conducive to verse, to arrive in this time. Uncertainty breeds a certainty of in sharing words I have spent my life collecting. Enjoy and share with a friend.

Dreams nudge the conscious mind awake
You are missing something you need to see
Says the image fleeting, too quick, too slight.
Grab hold of the ether and swallow it.
Taste for a moment what it needs to show.

Two doors have opened: one to lightness
The other, darkness. Not the quiet chirp
Of crickets mating darkness. Not the stillness
Under faintest of lights sprinkling down
Like confectionary sugar to sweeten life

darkness. No, this second door has opened to
Darkness demanding:  Make a choice!  Decide now!
Now! The crickets and stars await in these hours 
Of stillness, sparking poetic riddles. We face a choice 
Between Light and Darkness. Like the winter

Wind that returns to watch its beloved flower 
Through a Frosted glass pane falling into a love 
The slightest crack would expose both to death.
Wind neutralizing summer dancing between 
Pedals of the rose like dewdrops gathering 

To welcome morning’s bright penetration of stillness
That ignores the simple mating calls and confectionary
Sugar dusted from the stars. The flower unaware
Of the sting that winter brings, listens to its mournful
Howl, intoxicated like the sirens’ Sailors.

This love is not pure. If we crack this window 
What we invite inside our room
Will watch our precious flower tremble
At the loss of warmth and light
As it withers and dies.  We face a choice.

(C) 2020 Stephen Fuller

13 Responses to “‘Dreams nudge the conscious mind awake’ a 5 O’Clock Poem by Stephen Fuller with audio”

  1. Liz Gauffreau

    I enjoyed “Dreams Nudged the Conscious Mind Awake.” (I read Frost’s poem first to set the stage.) The current situation must be working on our collective subconscious. I just finished a poem featuring window glass keeping children safe from the cold winds and one last night with words disappearing into the ether.

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