ADAM ADAM
(A dream memory)
A siren wails.
I awoke with a start, trembling,
surrounded by people,
alone, watching, waiting,
immobile.
I wrap my arms around myself,
remembering.
People shift around and about:
cloudy marionettes in
a neon-lit madness.
I close my eyes
burdened by memories,
writing thoughts
indelibly seared in my mind,
trancelike,
shifting backward in time.
My eyes remain still, closed.
Where am I going?
Why?
Where am I?
Lady, the marionette?
Mesmerized I slowly remember –
Adam... Adam...
please, come back.
I love...
I remember now:
I am walking in my
Mother’s garden...
I shall not worry.
1 comment:
Such a vivid dream poem. I've had some dreams that haunted me for days, yet I never wrote most of them down. They are such fodder for poems, since so many times they don't make sense, even after written down. Your dream is a combination of emotions and I enjoyed reading it.
Michelle
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