My husband's poetry

Category: dreams

  • Twenty Floors Up, Peering Out a Window

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    08/22 In the window of my dream high above the street I see my father float by in an aquamarine 1957 Desoto. Tailfins like a shark red brake lights shining as he stops to wave. I forgot that before I knew him he had hair and friends called him Red. I wonder if somewhere in…

  • Dream #7,919

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    I dreamed before Frankenstein’s monster was consumed, his pyre sank to the bottom of the Arctic Sea. He convalesced in the belly of a whale, sat in Jonah’s chair, ate leftovers from Ahab’s last meal, read graffiti left by Aristotle and Pliny, hired Pinocchio’s cricket to be his life coach and learned how to be…

  • neurodivergence

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    For those of you (like me), who grew up before they did the proper testing, who realized late in life you were neurodivergent You learned survival skills escaping solitary confinement again and again and again. The scars never really heal. Often you wake with blood on the sheets of your dreams, catch your breath running…

  • Last night

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    One bright red rose appeared in my dream on a table in vase, on the floor by a door and a window sill. What it means or if it means anything I do not know. 10-25-23

  • coming or going

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    Wake from dream, 4 am Listen to Carol breathing Jet flies low over house Coming or going…I do not know Coffee cooling on kitchen counter, 6 am Meditation and prayers in park Online meeting starts real soon Coming or going…I do not know 8-22-23

  • Infinity

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    You wake up dreaming about the infinite number of smaller and smaller fractions you can divide The distance between zero to one And wonder since the distance between zero to three Is three times the distance between zero to one, Why is three times infinity still only infinity? You decide this plane of existence is…

  • Recurring dream landscape

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    I return to the center of the city of my visitation. An infinitely tall building rises up in a garden of trees. Streets of houses, shops and neighborhoods surround it. Doors exist on all sides; I have been inside often. I am in a house crowded with people. A preacher tells me he has watched…

  • Good Friday

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    I dreamed sugar sweet pink Peeps lined the road to the Supreme Court, waved palm fronds and sang Hosannas. Redneck, washed up Nashville musicians played three part, off key harmony and got drunk on cheap beer. Chocolate bunnies masquerading as chickens in drag scattered colored eggs for Eostre upon the state house lawn, because it…

  • Tippy

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    When mom fell at home and broke her leg, she was moved to a rehab facility. We knew at 92 she’d never return home and suspect dad knew, too. He insisted we move them into a facility where he lived on one floor and mom on another. Their little dog, Tippy, went to live with…

  • 21st Century Mother Goose

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    last night, you dreamed of a mud dauber wasp nest above the chamber door, papered corridors of babies waiting to bite, a Supreme Court packed with Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eaters and a blindfolded lady swinging her scale at a pinata filled with surprises (you hope she wins) 12-20-22