My Deja-Vu
I often find myself in a faraway place in a dream,
Living in a most unimaginable, exotic land rare
In a graphic situation so real, I awaken in sweat
And wonder out loud what I was doing there.
Supposing that, perhaps, my deja-vu was real,
That I was re-experiencing something of my past
Another life from long ago, now purposely relived,
Or was I in some eerie dream-like drama cast?
Or does my creative mind wrestle in the night
With wild and crazy scenarios of far-flung feat
Having no foundation in realty, mere fiction borne
Or, in some future time will I remember this beat,
Its adventures and exploits, in mystifying dreams,
And realize in them all some inscrutable schemes.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written November 7, 2021
entered "Sonnet Salutation" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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