Jigsaw dreams

Mostly they are garbage
— my dreams —
discarded litter left,
the pieces of remaining cloudless sky
from that jigsaw puzzle
I gave up upon.

But sometimes dreams are real
and tiptoe as my shadow
with their darkness into dawn.
Thus with autumn grows the gloom.

Puzzle of autumn by Salvador Dali

Back again from my hiatus. And what better start than to write Quadrille for De at dVerse. Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words including the word Dream. Join us all when the pub opens at 8 PM CET.

August 14, 2017

55 responses to “Jigsaw dreams

  1. Welcome back! Intriguing quadrille. Different types of dreams, those most real ones do hold hands with the coming reality of autumn. Nicely done.

  2. welcome back… i often don’t remember my dreams in the mornings.. i often thinks it’s a collection of what happened throughout the day

  3. You have a typo here: “I gave up upon.” ~Too many “ups.”

    Autumn is my very favorite time of year; it makes me completely giddy. I’m sorry to hear it isn’t as pleasant for you. 😦

    My favorite part of the poem is how the opening line works with the title. Garbage dreams could be pretty nice.

    I also like this line: “discarded litter left” … It makes me think of trash on the ground, of course — but also, kitty litter … and then a litter of kitties (actually, that was the first thing I thought of). And I would much rather do a puzzle of kitties than a puzzle of clouds. Maybe that bit of a switch would fix your dreams.

  4. Welcome back! Missed you at dVerse. The depictions of your dreams as garbage, discarded litter and forsaken jigsaw puzzles is a really interesting perspective. Also the real ones associated with Autumn. Great quadrille!

  5. Welcome back, Bjorn! We missed you. And what a great Quadrille to return with.I love those lines:
    ‘…tiptoe as my shadow
    with their darkness into dawn.
    Thus with autumn grows the gloom’.

  6. Welcome back! My dreams are so jumbled now they are like a mix kids make nowadays out of Elmer’s glue and baking soda…slime. I never had the patience for jigsaw puzzles. I love how your real dreams are associated with fall –

  7. Welcome back. “But sometimes dreams are real
    and tiptoe as my shadow
    with their darkness into dawn” these are the haunting ones…where you aren’t really sure if they were real…

  8. Love the forewarning the threatening of gloom in the close. Love it all in fact!
    Anna :o]

  9. Oh, yes. it is good to be comforted by your incredible poetics yet again. How intuitive of me to contact you yesterday. Your second stanza is killer, all stand alone & majestic. Our dream of America has been polluted, and poets are filled with alacrity & anger.

  10. Welcome back to the lounge! “the pieces of remaining cloudless sky from that jigsaw puzzle I gave up upon.” Jigsaw dreams, made up from the residue of your day. That speaks to me as well. They only ocassionially make sense 😕

  11. First, welcome back you have been missed. Please don’t give up on the jigsaw puzzle, all those pieces of the dreamscape interlock to something in the waking life, but then what is the waking life?

  12. I love the image of dreaming about unplaced puzzle pieces…pairing with the Salvador Dali painting makes the poem even more fascinating.

  13. “….tiptoe ….with my darkness into dawn….” How lovely this is! So nice to see you back, Bjorn. I missed you. Hope your camping adventures were wonderful and you are replenished.

  14. The sky is the first part of the jigsaw I solve.. picking up the blues and whites..and then I do end up having pieces remaining! That image is just brilliant…

  15. Sometimes I read a poem which so perfectly describes my own experience that I want to sigh, or shout, at the wondrous power of words. This is just such a time.

  16. Welcome back! Somehow I can never imagine that your dreams would be discarded as litter … but pieces of a jig saw puzzle, yes. Awake dreams? Asleep dreams? Sometimes we struggle to remember them, achieve them. Ah…you’ve got me thinking now…

  17. As we try to piece together shards of dreams, what an apt image of a jigsaw.
    Sorry that autumn brings you gloom. It is my favourite time of the year. Perhaps it’s a function of geography and longitude/latitude.

  18. This is just a really fine little piece of writing. I fell in love with the beginning and then: the close … well, the whole thing, really, strikes an extraordinary chord. .

  19. I’ve been gone so much this summer myself (for many reasons it wasn’t planned) that I feel like I’m starting over again.

    I really like this poem of yours, Bjorn. Simple and elegant. The jigsaw idea is wonderful I enjoyed this one. The artwork is nice with it.

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