6/12/2017 0 Comments Dreamer by Ruth AschDreamer Like stones, days smooth and heavy and hard to mould are rocked away by tides of time; milled to sand - settling: the floor of ocean consciousness, lens to the world, cradle before touch of land. Darkness glitters, silt sifts by swaying moon, soft creature gnaws, spins memories into pearls and builds an arc in which to grow, a shelter with a crystal roof where embryonic ego curls. I tread the dirty, choking streets and all the while paint the atmosphere of places I would go; silent, rehearse impeccable conversations with luminaries I should like to know. I choreograph joy - a wild dance - in my head, or storm across the stage of this small, single room. I linger in a lover´s bower, alone in bed; light a sunset in the mind´s descending gloom. I fear, waiting for me in an un-dreamt world, empty horizons and the crush of human friends; the weakness of an unexposed potential, the mark of stains pretending cannot cleanse. I mourn the winglessness of outwardly pinned eyes, imagination parched for all but narrow streams. And yet, cocooned, I crave beneath fantastic skies - the shock which will, at last, shatter this shell of dreams. Bio: Ruth Asch started writing a long time ago when emotions that couldn't be expressed (without seeming crazy) became too much to bear... and formed the habit of stashing all the bitter-sweet thoughts into poems. She has one volume of poems to her name: Reflections, and has had work published in many literary journals, including among others Poetry Repairs, Peacock Journal, Ghazal Page, Bamboo, The Literary Yard, Mediterranean Poetry, Ink in Thirds and Hedgerow Poems.
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