Dreamscape and Blue Door

 

Blue Door

opens

into a room

of stone,

dark and

softly lit.

 

I meet the

Other

who moves

with Mercurial

grace from

Love to Indifference

with equal

Intensity.

 

Fire and Ice.

 

I can’t feel

Earth below me

but the comfort

of his touch

grown cold

slices my

heaped up heart

in two.

 

Fire and Ice.

 

He lights

tall sconces

illuminating round stone.

Flames of Blue Fire

Consume

even the most

Hopeful.

 

Fire and Ice.

 

Leavetaking

is my problem –

Not his.

I crumble

in the face

of the truth,

of what is.

 

Fire and Ice.

 

Sifting through

black ash,

broken dreams,

believing

based on words

without substance

I weep.

 

He walks away

with impunity –

the pattern

doesn’t shift.

Discarded,

I shrink

into mud walls…

invisible to myself.

 

 

Shadows

follow

in his wake.

 

 

Commentary:

This poem speaks directly to the destructive aspect of unconscious projection. Projection is the unconscious  human tendency to place blame on the “Other” in oneself or others. When we do this we fall into an “either or reality.”