Ships Passing


I dreamt I could tell
My tale and be understood
But then I awoke

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 2, 2017, in Senryu and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. I love this. It is at once so clear and yet it has so many interpretations/implications.

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  2. I donโ€™t think most poems can be defined exactly and I was vague out of respect, but at a push some of my interpretations could be:

    1) that reality is only a product of our brains and โ€˜wakingโ€™ is the realization of this
    2) that the dream is the belief that others ever understand us
    3) that the last line is an ironic last line for a poem in that it refers to the failure of words in this as in every other poem to quite express what it wants to say.

    But I doubt if these or any other interpretations would strike a chord with you โ€“ nor should they.

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  3. Relating with this! It’d be a dream come true to have someone truly understand “my tale”, my story.
    And then I like all of Ownshadow’s interpretations too.

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  4. This resonates with me, Ben. Lovely, yet painful, too.

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  5. Was that you?? ๐Ÿ™‹

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  6. and when we awake who, or what, are we?

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