The Dream: January 7, 2018
upon waking the feeling of the dream stayed with me it seemed
very big
though it was made up of the smallest things a visit
the children were small perhaps it was a dream - memory
i pulled the paper ticket from my bag it was time for me to leave
i gathered my things checked my watch filled with dread
i would not make the plane a staccato dance/ checked my watch
again…4:00 a.m.
all was quiet too early to get up the years flew by
i was back in my bed left with only the feeling of yesterday
we were two young mothers
with young children in our care memories returned
of so many visits always ending in that staccato dance
the wild dash to the airport the flammable stone still in my hand
had we known then would we have continued would we say
it was all worth it each day sprinkled with magic dust filled with
love and laughter
just like a dream my baby sister and me my sidekick
we traveled the yellow brick road in hopes of meeting the wizard
destination unknown
January 7, 2018
12 comments:
It used to be a returning nightmare for me, to be there too late, having forgotten something... The closest I came was that I had packed my passport once inside my suitcase and had to unpack it before checkin...
I like how this piece changes tone and captures both the darkness of night and the hope of morning - a great poem to start the new year xo
Dreaming into the unknown... intriguing.
Such poignant memories, you and your baby sister, when your children were small. Sigh. Such golden times to look back upon, all that laughter, tempered with all that the years have brought since then, the losses, the tears. Sigh. A beautiful poem, Annell.
A fascinating dream and memory rolled into one....
Very effective use of staccato in this--the form, the writing, the sort of jaggedness of muddled thoughts, flashing back and forth between now and the past. I "felt" the dream-confusion.
I love the way you tell your story. Memories are bittersweet.
I have a similar nightmare to what Bjorn describes in his comment. I am at the airport boarding a plane, the plane takes off, but then lands immediately. I am back in the boarding process once again and never get where I'm wanting to go.
Luv the nostalgia which the dream draws forth. Telling you not to let go of the path to the unknown
Happy New Year
Thank you for dropping by my Sunday Standard today [my first for the year]
Much💖love
Of course it was worth it. One's mind is filled with memories some always there others appearing ans shocking us that the brain had even stored that away from so many years ago. Despte the happy memories there is always the sadness involved too as loved ones have no gone and friends no longer in touch. Luckily Facebook has fixed that with a few and I love them all!
I love what you've done here. It reads somewhat like a dreamy stream of consciousness, though its a cascade of memories that connect in interesting and intriguing ways.
Small things, perhaps, but of great import.
I love this, especially the last lines. I suspect you found the wizard and it was within you all along.
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