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Forgotten poem from 1984

Forgotten poem from 1984

In a tale that does not begin. 
Lived a man who's life was dreaming. 

He told dreams for a year and a day. 
In a room with an open box. 

He had a fire that flickered dragons. 
He had a bird of ghostly song. 
He had a night sky filled with vampires. 
His dawn brought by soft winged doves. 

It was he who first dreamed of darkness. 
He first dreamed of love. 

In a house in the first great forest 
in which we all still live. 
The old man tells his last dream 
and closes a gilded box. 

And the songbird loved the vampire. 

The dragons begat the doves. 

Love was filled with darkness. 

In the light they made came Man. 

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Nigel Cresswell...

I found this poem scrabbling around for blank pages to make notes for a marketing meeting next week. Totally forgotten everything about it but I think it might be about Pandora and the box. The notebook turned out to be from 1984. There was a lot of acid floating around in the eighties. 

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sparrowsong

Hello Nigel...

I remember 1984 so very clearly...

I can't believe that was 34 years ago...

?

I'm glad it made you feel young...

​​​​It seemed like time went slower then...

Congratulations on your endeavor...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thank you Sparrowsong, Time did move slower then.
Hugs to you 
Nigel

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Syd

I can taste the acid Nigel. It's great that you found this poem from so long ago and chose to share it here on Cosmo.

- Syd 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Cheers Syd, I was actually quite shocked that I didn't remember it but I have been going through the notebooks from '84 and I have it in context now. I was sketching out a future based novel in a utopian society of the type that could only exist after a complete collapse and a massive reduction in global population. 1984 was the height of the nuclear sabre rattling. This poem was part of that and while I didn't give it a title in the notebook it should be called "Creation Myth".
Now that I am no longer writing on a 1919 typewriter I might revisit the concept.
Pleased you liked it, very pleased to have found it.
Nigel

(Oh, and Syd in '84 you wanted to avoid the purple microdots, seriously mate, three days peaking, minimum) 

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Syd

How fitting that you were writing it in 1984 too (George Orwell) 

3 days you say? I'm glad I was only a year old at the time or I may have gobbled them up. I sampled the late 90s micro dots. They were strong enough ?

- Syd 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

I really enjoyed your scriblings which I would call profound poetry.  Bravo my friend

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Tony Taylor

Sir Nigel!!..... I'm so glad you pointed me here...... in 1984 I was writing ALOT myself so I can definitely relate!! ~

             ~ "In a tale that does not begin
                 Lived a man who's life was dreaming.."
             ~ "In the light they made came man"

I see how my poem reminded you of this one.......this one has a world of creativity in it.... so much so that I can see a short story emerging from it.... maybe even a book.....this is the kind of write that doesn't come along often and I REALLY think you should consider other options for it..... I mean the scope of it is sweeping and the seeds are there for an amazing mind like yours to water them and help them sprout!!........PINNED!!........I am your cyber-friend and admirer!!.......T xo ???✴?

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Nigel Cresswell...

Tony, my friend, I am so glad you said that. I really didn't remember this but because of that I have been going through the '84 notebooks and I have realised that it was part of what was meant to be a novel.
(with retrospect writing a novel on a 1919 typewriter, holding down a full time job, getting very involved with youth CND, and being 19 was, probably a bit optimistic.)
While my computer doesn't have the class of my old Underwood she is much easier to write on.
I am revisiting the concept and will post a taster called "Creation Myth" before Thursday. I start a new job on Thursday.
Nigel.

On a separate note entirely I would like to take this opportunity to wish you and Cherie the most wonderful future.
You two are the Posh and Becks of Cosmofunnel..

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Tony Taylor

VERY cool SIR NIGEL!!..... hope you run with it my friend..., and I'll be looking out for "Creation Myth" soon..... if by some chance I do miss it please PM me with a reminder!!...... Also, thanx tons for the kind words about our upcoming marriage VERY kind of you bro!!...... stay groovy!!.....smiles.......T xo ❤

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