Me versus a Daydream

Verygoodtheoceanfeelings

I think the best way to praise this poem, is to go straight to its interpretation, as it is a difficult one, another metaphorical beauty spun from the creative pen of the Poetess.

How trite it would taste
if I begin to paint you in blue and white
along my flesh, Atlantic

^How imaginative, this is, and not at all "trite (=dull, stereotyped or archaic)" in her expression....is the first thing that bemused me when reading this poem. I would have thought she would have used "novel" (an antonym to trite) here to describe the Atlantic Ocean's beauty. But, then I had to think much deeper to try to interpret this in light of what could be going around her. I suspect that this is just her satirical foreword to the deeper layer painted below, of a picture of the turmoil going on in her lands today.

your sunburnt waves
laving
my matted inside
sunk in salty lotions and furious
interferences. Me, seeking
a dress of relief among your dimensions

^ depicting the harshness of the season in these parts (Mediterranean sea, some consider a part of the Atlantic) that can be scorching hot during certain parts of the year....I experienced it last year. Certainly, laving (=ignited; glowing with heat; burning) and matted (=tangled) insides are unique simile's used here to describe the "furious interferences" (=turmoil) going on around her. I thought the Poetess will also go on to use the myth of the Greek wind god Aeolus, keeper of the winds, corralling the children of Astraeu, that give names to the harsh drying winds blowing across the Mediterranean most of the year, to reflect more deeply in to the state of bedlam too, but she stopped short. Certainly, one has to find a way out, if caught in the midst of scathing heat and winds, (i.e. revolution/civil war) to stay alive (=survive the outcome), as presented here:
or finding myself;
unscathed and sparkling
midway, culminating away
from
death.

But

you're the ocean,
I'm just a passenger
and tigers can never deny their
lines, can they?

^And the humility of being a passenger (=passerby), caught in the vast ocean (=the chaos), is perhaps being reflected here : "tigers (=evil, Satan) can never deny their lines (=ferociousness), can they", as an unrest reshapes her homeland, much to her chagrin. I wonder the title "Me versus a Daydream", could be the same as "Me and my nightmare" .
But, I have a little advice here, if my interpretation is at all correct.....sometimes it is wise to stay out of the tiger's way, as they do not spare their prey, by their size or looks.....to them, you are just a prey, on their dinner plate, when they are hungry.

(Judging comment 2-19-12)

And congratulations on the win! Well-deserved, keep writing, it is beautiful.

MaryAnne~

It's been so long since I've read your poetry and I miss that! So happy you are back and you don't know how refreshing this was.....I love how mysterious it was yet it was inspiring, like looking at the horizon in a new fresh way. I've never been to the ocean, and the way you talked to the Atlantic and made it so intimate, really just made me smile. TO be absorbed in the Atlantic or have the Atlantic in your flesh....it was just so creative, and there was much more depth beneath your imagery. I LOVED the second half, how you added the "but", and you explain you are just a passenger, and the unexpected tiger bit! I really thought that was unique and really spoken from your heart, that's what I heard so strongly in this piece....it was a bit mystique and melancholy at the end, that last imposing question, as if you can't be a part of that ocean. Be in it.

Will read again, very intriguing!
Thanks for sharing girl...

Firstly I must say well done on the win my lovely poetess :)
Secondly, I read this a few days back, or maybe it was longer than that and I loved it, my ideas here are that you are trying to be someone else that you daydream about but she isn't here in person just yet, and you yourself are a vision of that person

I may be totally off subject, and probably am, and also I liked the ending, how you said tigers cant deny there lines, meaning that no-one changes, bit like leopard never changes its spots.
this is really good and well done on the win :)

love xxxx