Saturday, April 04, 2020

April 4: What do we learn from dreams?

Once I saw a witch, fearsome green
and fanged, sitting atop the window
in my bedroom. Was I eight then?
I didn’t believe in dreams, only
head down, follow the path, and survive,
holding close that sense one day,
I would travel beyond this horizon.

A decade later or so, my dreams filled
with the structure of an atom, 
me inside, the walls inexorably closing.
I could not breathe. 
When I woke that morning,
I knew it was time to leave.

Then, I met you. I saw my dreams
in your eyes and with your laughter.
For nearly fifty years, we’ve
danced our way around the world.
I haven’t seen that witch for a very long time,
not until I look in the mirror, and I realize
I am my dreams.

Photo by The Pixelman (Pixabay)
Today's prompt for National Poetry Month comes from NAPOWRIMO and asks us to remember/write about images in a dream. 

2 comments:

  1. I enjoyed this. Our dreams are us and we are them.

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  2. Oh I LOVE this. It reminds me a bit of Sylvia Plath's "Mirror" poem only much MUCH brighter and hopeful. What a tribute to your husband! What a gift you have!!! Keep sharing!

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