My husband's poetry

Category: dreams

  • McKenna’s dream

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    Dear Terence, What if your theory is just a dream waiting to be played out in real time? What if it ain’t extra-terrestial intelligence, but just a dream you had while meandering through barnyard dreamscapes? What if it’s wishful thinking trying to make sense, seeking a better world along fictious ancient mycelial cultural pathways? And…

  • Wake

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    I used to wake in the middle of the night, watch you fall in slow motion from the sky, unable to catch you. Did dreams and premonitions of death ever haunt you and wake you in the middle of the night? I wanted you to be happy and did not tell you my dreams. Now…

  • The dream

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    I dreamed I was talking with a neighbor girl – a grade school classmate who I have not spoken to since high school. I asked her how her family and husband were doing and she broke down sobbing about Alzheimer’s and cancer. A group of our old grade school girls appeared to console her, gathered…

  • Poem for a young friend

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    I sleep restless and sometimes dream about what I might have become, if I had taken the other path. That path still forks out before me, but I have grown content with this life and it no longer calls my name. Come, sit with me for coffee; we will listen for your name on the…

  • Holes in my windshield

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    cfblack
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    late at night I flee the living, drive along streets that make more sense than logic only to return each morning with shattered recollections of victories over nightmares and long walks with ancestors and descendants over landscapes impossible to reconstruct; late the next night I flee again 4-7-25

  • Daylight savings

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    Last night, he dreamed he was playing goalie in a game of darts at a red neck bar and he refused to cry out Or go sit down because he wanted to fit in but he didn’t And he didn’t know how to tell them he only came here to find companionship and to drink…

  • Spongebobia

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    cfblack
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    last night I saw Dick Van Dyke smiling in a crowd he leaped high into the air did a prat fall and lay dead as everyone applauded his last performance I stood nearby while Mary Tyler Moore and Mary Poppins tried to get him to resurrect this morning I lay in bed watching the sky…

  • Big yellow bus

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    puddle in the street wishing it was the sky reflects its dream school bus pushes past deposits children at the curb traffic stops in both directions free at last they stomp and splash the puddle dry before they race for home 11-14-24

  • Last night

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    Last night I dreamed a dream I did not want to dream ___ I dreamed family and friends were mean and petty to me no matter where I fled they followed and ridiculed me for seeking solitude ___ I woke up angry at my dreaming self for dreaming mean and petty dreams of others and…

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    Before our parents died and my brother bought their house an old flour sifter lay under the cabinet on a shelf next to a hand cranked egg beater Now they exist only in dreams of cake batter bowls waiting to be licked clean before momma demands I share 9-4-24