Some dreams I don’t understand.
Like the one I had of you
inside a room named One-Two,
sprawled on a hospital bed.
“Found you!” I said.
Turning in fear,
as skilled doctors pull mile long ropes of brown wax
out your ear.
“Gross!” I giggle.
Next, they bandage your battered
right hand with beige hand wrapping.
Crimson blotches crawl across it,
leaking through.
“You’re hurt! Ohmygosh, who did this to you?
Can you write again? Please tell me what happened!”
“I’m all better now!” you tell me, beaming, unshattered,
holding paperwork in hand and standing
wearing circle frame glasses, red shirt, dark coat and cheery smile
waiting for the elevator door to open,
leave awhile.
Head tilted, I smirk, watching you,
hoping to talk, or something, maybe,
… don’t know what.
But the dream fades
succumbed to dark.
I awake with uncertainty
of the dream’s meaning
but the smiles between us
keeps me wondering…
How interesting- loved the poem!
Thank you! I’ve been having the craziest dreams lately so I keep a notepad in my nightstand to write it all down as soon as I wake up from it haha. No use in wasting good material. 🙂
Haha definitely- it made for a great poem!
This is a really intriguing read! I like it 🙂
Awesome! I’m glad you liked it and thank you for reading!
You’re very welcome B
! Not b 🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️
I love the choice of your words!
You write beautifully always!!
Loving whatever I’m reading so far.
Haha thank you! This was an actual dream I had. I get some crazy ones so I started to write about them. I consider it free material that shouldn’t go to waste.
Oh yes!! Don’t waste that.
That’s the true quality of a writer. Always keep writing.
If you are actually able to put words to your dreams , that shows how extremely talented you are.
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Would love to work with you for a blog or something.
Thank you! 🤗 I’d like that too!
A lovely write, Kirsten. 💞
Thank you so much Jeff. 💞 I love stories from dreams… They’re like little gifts from the clouds.