More Than His Memory
More than his memory, it was his scent that awakened me to the full moon scrimmed by clouds. I moved to the sliding doors and out to the jacuzzi. Who else in this world would float on the surface of the water under this remarkable moon? The curious cat came to bear company, and the dogs. One hummingbird whirred incongruous over blooms in the night. This pulse in my ear of hummingbird and blood drew one mosquito into its chorus, annoying and persistent, to drive me into the water as easily as his scent had pulled me out of my shell of troubling dreams into the glowing night. A hand smoothed a path in the water, as if to welcome me. “If you are a dreamer, come in,” he said.
The prompt was to use the line “If you are a dreamer, come in,” in a story with a beginning, middle and end that was under 144 words. For dVerse Poets.
Great piece!
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Many thanks for kind words.
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You seem comfortable with what’s happening in the dream. The scent must be of one you trust…
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‘Tis.
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Nicely done!
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Love your prosery!
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Thanks, Carol.
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This was so vivid. Every detail – vivid. Fantastic, Judy.
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David
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Thanks, Ben. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Judy,
Please feel free to call me ‘David’. The word ‘ben’ in Hebrew just means ‘son of’, and my father’s name was ‘Alexander’ 🙂
I know my pen name is confusing – sorry!
❤
David
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How could I have never known that? So that is what Abou Ben Adhem means!!! Do you know that poem?
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No, I don’t, but ‘ben Adam’ means human being in Hebrew, and ‘bnei Adam’ is the plural – human beings. What is the poem about?
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And I just looked it up. He was a Sufi Mystic..therefore Arab, not Jewish. It is a famous poem by Leigh Hunt. You should be able to find it on Google. “Human being” would be perfect for the message of the poem.
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In Arabic, the Hebrew ‘ben’ becomes ‘ibn’ (if you’re curious about this)
❤
David
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Such a great message for today’s world!!!
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Ha.. I actually remember making this comment and addressing it to “David,” then checking your blog and changing it to “Ben” and wondering where I got the David from. Now I know.
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Abou Ben Adhem
BY LEIGH HUNT
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
“What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.
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Lovely combination of photos and verse
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Thanks, Derrick. I take it you are up for the morning. I’m about to turn out the light and go to sleep.
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🙂
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This is such an atmospheric piece, Judy! I love the ‘full moon scrimmed by clouds’, the curious cat, and the hummingbird that ‘whirred incongruous over blooms in the night’. A romantic fantasy or a real event?
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A real event. Can’t figure out where my comments went. I had written this same thing to you last night, but don’t see it now..Thanks for the kind words, Kim.
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A real event, remembered clearly because I wrote a poem about it the night it happened over 19 years ago, shortly after my husband died. I mined it for these details.
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Poignant, and lovely. Brought tears….
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Yes. We have another thing in common…
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You had me with the first line and the use of the word “scrim” – one of my most favorite words and the image it brings to mind. More than a memory….a scent that called to you. And then the wonderful details of the hummingbird, the remarkable moon, the curious cat, the dogs…and that mosquito. The image too is enchanting.
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So happy you enjoying the scene with me, Lillian.
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Always a delight to read a piece from someone who knows how to write beautifully and one which doesn’t include faeries, hobgoblins and banal Hallmark sentiments. Well done.
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Thanks, Doug…for that lovely comment.
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This is eerie fantastic and a little bit scary… but maybe it’s both an end and a beginning.
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It is. Exactly.
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Hi Judy! I think you’ve linked up your Prosery piece to the Poetics prompt instead of your poem. I’ll remove it from the Poetics Linky and look forward to reading your poem when you link it up.
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Thanks for catching that, Kim.
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