I lie abed and look up,
Into viscous moonlit air,
I see sinuous shapes
The space teems with them
They whirl and twist
Approach and retreat.
No recognizable form, except
One group of pearl droplets.
Dancing on outstretched hand.
My skin feels nothing.
Gently they roll off.
Can these be spirits?
It’s a vision I must keep
As I drift into sleep.
All day I wait for night.
I take to my bed.
I search for my nocturnal vision
I see nothing,
Only dark imprecise forms,
Objects that I recognize by day.
I arise, take out my Magic Eye Book,
Stare at colorful meaningless images.
Put my nose upon the page,
And draw back until they pop.
Three dimensional forms
Clear, luminous, clean.
The air, in their case,
As limpid as my spirit’s place.
Again I lie abed and watch.
I wish the scene to open,
Reveal its secrecies to me
Oh spirits come again
Pop like a Magic Eye picture,
Unveil hidden mysteries
Oh where are you?
Was your visit a one-time revelation?
Nothing, no presence revealed
My eye’s image is fuzzy.
A dark pointillist painting
No clear shape or form
Bewildered, I watch until
I drift off to sleep.
© Copyright, July 2015, Jane Stansfeld
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Jane….someone is spamming your story Alpine Descent–May 2013…comments on that story keep coming into my email, and seem from questionable sources. They must be going to Ian, also, because I see he’s left you a comment just a few minutes ago….This is very weird.
Thank you for the thumbs up (or down). I’ll attempt to block them and apologize for the in inconvenience that they may have caused you.
No need for an apology…these things happen, and I’m always mystified when they do! The web has some wicked gremlins hanging around. Hope you are enjoying your summer! 🙂
You are right this was a departure but then so was the vision, especially for a pragmatic sort such as myself! I have been pleasantly surprised by the number of people who say that they have experienced the same thing.
Yes this is an unusual post and I’m trying to decipher it. Poems can have many possible meanings?
You are right about poems having so many different levels, however I’m generally a straight shooter and didn’t intend any hidden meaning. The ‘vision’ confused me which may account for the poem being out of my usual stride and, perhaps, a little muddled.
It looks like there’s nothing wrong with your binocular vision, Jane, since you can find the 3-D object in your stereograms….But that other kind of vision…the visitation in the night…is something else. It’s the kind of thing I’ve experienced, too, and it seems it comes unbidden and will not be summoned again by my own will. Sounds like it was not unfriendly, so that’s a good thing! This seems a departure from your usual kind of post. I enjoyed it very much!
You are right this was a departure but then so was the vision, especially for a pragmatic sort such as myself! I have been pleasantly surprised by the number of people who say that they have experienced the same thing.