I Was Visited Poem by Glen Kappy
I Was Visited
from 'Dreams and Visions'
I was visited
in dream last night!
There was an older man—
a Studs Terkel type—
giving me advice
on a piece of writing
(which may have been my life)
and my dear Jewish dad—
who could be lifted
from depression by beauty
to rave like a love-drunk mystic—
my dad his sometime messenger.
Details? More details?
I'd give them
if I had them.
But as so often
in my dreams—
as with merchandise labels
with too much glue—
I have only torn these pieces.
But what really matters is
that into the Gotham City
of my life—
with its hard edges
and dizzying numbers
of window lights
and noise and traffic—
that from above
and into this—
I was visited.
in my dreams— as with merchandise labels with too much glue— I have only torn these pieces...................! Beautiful analogy! Yes, dreams are never complete! We get only fragmented pieces! There is a kind of nostalgic longing with a tinge of melancholy in your recollections about your Dad! A touching write!
Thank you so much, Valsa. My dad was passionate and warm-hearted but could be difficult to relate to. I wish I could have been a better son. -Glen
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4/19/2024 11:17:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow; I love this one Glen. The thought, expression, spirit of being visited is soul-bending! Reading this (again!) I feel a great desire to listen, while reading again, to the Allman Brothers incredible instrumental song: In Memory of Elizabeth Reed from the Live At Filmore East album. That song ALWAYS blows me away. This poem elicits the very same spiritual feeling: Alive! ! !