Weird, weird dreams
Surrealist journey into my subconscious
Howl at the moon,
What about a cat? Meow.
Running down the stairs
These neverending stairs.
Scoop that litter
Water that plant
⁃ who is knocking?
An alarm a scream a siren.
Sirens in the deep, depths of
These oceans with waves
I don’t know how I’m breathing;
Has my tail turned itself to legs?
Webbed feet, webbed fingers,
Multi-coloured hair and fingernails
Diving deeper and deeper.
What year is it? Am I allowed to ask?
Lucidly, I scream at the others below
Me, “What year is it?!” They all
Suddenly look up, as if an intruder
Appeared - then I am sucked away,
Away to another Universe,
I was not supposed to stay.
I still don’t know what year it is.
Why are we climbing up these stairs?
Mother? Aunty? The Buddha over
There? To the top of these stairs,
We will meet it?
Over there, across those mountains,
You will see from the top, it’s over
There.
About the Creator
Nicole C
Writing sporadically... I tried some challenges but never won anything. Sometimes my poetry helps me process whatever has been going on... sometimes it is pure fiction. Sometimes I like to write about pop culture and astrology.
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Engulfing Light
I have not been very successful in quieting my mind this evening. I find that as time goes by, I find myself in deeper contemplation, in regards to the purpose of my life. I can say with certainty, that thus far, I have had a life, that with all things considered, has been a well lived one.
By Kaylon Forsyth7 days ago in Humans
Comments (1)
I’m not sure if it what you were going for, but that reminds me of how I remember dreams in small parts. Never a whole part, just one part of it. Still a good read though.