We have all grappled with the products that our mind produces. Be it; thoughts, images, emotions, ideas, memories or even dreams, our mind perplexes us at times into inaction. But Deanna Young has given us a reason to at least ponder our inner products as she has put her inner ideas together in her collection of poetry called House Dreams.
Beautiful, Astonishing, Wondrous (excerpt) (Page 13)
Here we are in the sky
trying not to think about it.
There goes the snack cart up the aisle.
Prodded, like a surly child.
On some tiny, industrial planet
this is a symphony: tinkly bottles
and crinkly packets. On this one
(or rather above it), it’s merely
appealing, teasing the minds
of weary, mildly worried people
with a promise of treats, a numbing
cup of wine, perhaps, whilst stuck
inside a mammoth empty-stomach
hum, improbable hundred-tonne
insect of steel. Which sounds impressive
but is feeble compared to the wind,
which predates everything and is
indestructible. Mythological. Oh mighty
Boreas, forgive us our trespasses
and drop your shields. Or
we could go around.
Young gives a definition to thoughts, images and/or dreams we all have yet fear to analyze or define. She has carefully crafted phrases to describe what she has imagined or even gone through at times and helped us feel that we are not alone with those ponderings.
The Linden Tree (excerpt) (Page 37)
Lift the blind
on a sunless morning
near the end of October.
The linden tree has been changed
overnight. Yesterday green, and now this
sea of shifting lemon slices
pouring light in your eyes.
As you have been changed
many times in this life
by a wind that made walking
your straight line to the bus stop hard,
darkness that fell early
and was there by your bed
when you woke up.
At those times, a chemistry erupted
that made you
older, more beautiful too,
and you held on
with an extraordinary will
to be alright
in the arm of each new disaster.
There are some deep-seated emotions documented here. Young has explored her inner psyche deeply here and has opened herself up to the world. And her work shows us all that we should open ourselves up and explore our inner feelings, emotions AND even inner pains no matter how uncomfortable that may be.
Rest (Page 47)
He saw twenty-two patients at the clinic that day.
eleven before noon and eleven after.
Five presented with depression.
He told them all the same thing.
He looked at them with his grey eyes:
Lots of people feel this way.
In our bedroom that night
he mentions, One woman hugged me.
He’d wanted her to take some time off work.
When she protested, he insisted.
It was what he was prescribing: rest.
He told her she was a good person.
People get through this and you will too.
He wrote out the name of a medication
and passed the slip of paper to her
like you hand a mug of tea to someone
who’s had to walk a long way
in a dark rain.
While all you could do was wait
for a sound at the door.
The furnace shudders,
and I go under asking the empty space
above the bed to hear my thanks.
House Dreams by Deanna Young is not only a good collection of poetry but also an excellent guide to explore our inner mind. Which is what literature is suppose to do. Nicely done.