Each Friday I post one of my poems.
Dreaming on the field of mighty conflict,
I greet you there, dear friends, with such delight
And fierce affection—oh, I’ve missed you so!—
Though dreams grow strange—and this one more than most—
And though my eye is held upon the field
(Against or with my will, I cannot say),
My heart in fond remembrance lingers on
And, on bleary morn, quakes with longing for
These absent friends—beside me in the dream—
And all the happy hours, as I recall,
That we, before our parting, used to share.
I began this poem when I woke from a strange and wonderful dream a few weeks ago. (In the dream the “mighty conflict” in question was, I think, actually a football game.) I continued working on it off and on that day, but stalled a few lines from the end. I finally finished it in the last few days.
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.