I Dream Poetry
I sit here with a half bottle of
19 Crimes, red
sipping with an agenda
trying to decipher my
dream
from last night
it was the oddest thing
I dreamt in poetry
metaphors and allegories
rhymes and alliterations
colors and textures
finite and infinite
real and the surreal
everything a blur
sip
it is now 3am and I just want to
sleep
but this damn thing is in my head
and won't let me rest
sip
I am focusing my
mind
sifting through the mist and fog
searching for some elusive
truth
that has thus far escaped me
I tilt the bottle for one last drop
and then suddenly, inexplicably
my mind begins to clear
a shape is forming, round
eyes without a face
then slowly, gradually...
ahh, of course, of course
it all makes perfect sense now
for if I am to dream in
poetry
it only stands to reason-
the dream is
you
Copyright © Tom Woody | Year Posted 2023
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