I dreamt again last night.
We were sitting on a stone bench overlooking the boats in the marina, your leg touching mine absentmindedly. I watched a seagull hovering, caught in the wind, going no where, standing still, suspended in space, wings outstretched, and waiting for a break to fly away to safe haven. I reached for you to bring your eyes to it. You looked up as I left my hand on your thigh. Then I remembered, and removed it with an apology. You looked away in supreme indifference, your gray hair fluttering in the breeze and said “I don’t really care”.
unbuttoned or undone 
Dear Emmy – I’ve had dreams like this… and I also wanted to say, have you ever considered writing more haiku? The one you posted in response to mine about the moon is sublime…
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Thank you. No, I am absolutely new to haiku and not sure of what I am doing! I have been enjoying yours a lot, loving the unspoken as well as the expressed thoughts of your poetry. I live in southern France surrounded by parasol pines…and I played a little.:)
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Hi Em! I’m wandering around inside your blog taking in the many thoughts you left. The turning away in dreams can leave an ache in daylight. I felt it.
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Don’t get bogged down, now! 😉
Wow, you are going back a long way, from the beginning almost.
I may have to give you a medal for endurance!
That dream stayed for a long time, it is true.
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Ha! 🙂 I will pace myself and each piece deserves careful consideration. I thought I would work my way up through time. There is much to appreciate here. I see so much of the classic soft elegance of the past in your writing. I enjoy that mix of natural beauty in our environment with the emotions of life. To live it is deeply painful at times, but adds the necessary depth to give one’s writing the power to stir the passions of other hearts. You are gifted in that way.
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I guess I am an old romantic!
I am just wired that way I think. Your praise is very generous. As you know, we have to write. We have to put words on our passions in order to control them just a little, just enough to be manageable. Oui?
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Yes, we must write. If I didn’t, I would probably develop some type of obnoxious nervous habit. That would not go well with my obnoxious personality or obnoxious emotional outbursts 🙂
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Now, now, how obnoxious could the best friend of a wee dragon be? seriously?
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Wee dragons know best 😉 And they are very loyal. I think they are very accepting of anyone that doesn’t complain about dragon breath and petting scales. We are a well matched odd pair of old friends…:-)
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🙂
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