16 thoughts on “dreams

  1. and waking
    up, finding it gone
    and wishing….

    sometimes , you wake up
    at the wrong time in a dream,
    floating in its amber jet stream,
    at a point of its greatest promise
    as it danced along its self willed
    and illogical trajectory…
    and alas “revus interruptus”…..

    and then in vain you conjure a continuation
    by locking down unfurled eyelids,
    casting babalawo and ifa beads
    only to meet “resumption access denied”
    boldly staring at you opaquely
    like the negatives of a black and white picture
    from behind your tightly shut eyes!

    I hope this reaction does not ruin your poem as it is neither altercation nor wrangling!

    • oh–no, this is beautiful–it is amplification, which perhaps I should add to that very long list! Beautiful, N. Just beautiful! And true. We cannot always direct dreams. Ah…if I could…but that is for another poem not written yet.

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