L Milton Hankins Poet Sonnet

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

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Unseeking Seeker December 30, 2021 at 5:19 AM Quite possible, revisiting past lives, who can tell? Beautiful sonnet, Milton! Congrats on your win

Kim Rodrigues November 27, 2021 at 8:39 PM Or does my creative mind wrestle in the night/With wild and crazy scenarios of far-flung feat/ love where your mind went here! L Milton Hankins November 28, 2021 at 11:00 AM Thanks so much, Kim. I appreciate your thoughts.

Caren Krutsinger November 9, 2021 at 7:38 AM I count on these "faraway place dreams" nightly; I think they do not let me down. L Milton Hankins November 9, 2021 at 9:18 AM I find them fascinating. Some of them are so strange I cannot help but believe I really lived them at one time or another.

Shirley Hawkins November 8, 2021 at 5:35 PM We must be able to dream for a reason.... L Milton Hankins November 8, 2021 at 8:00 PM I think so, Shirley. I kind of liked what Vie shared below. Insightful.

Mystic Rose Rose November 8, 2021 at 3:38 AM In our dreams all our realities of past come to life, our hopes our desires our unfinished fiats, but deep inside we know they are all part of who we are and who we perceive to be, nicely written full of given thought, thanks for sharing this Milton, :) L Milton Hankins November 8, 2021 at 8:04 AM Thanks so much for your kind, thoughtful, and insightful comments on my poem. It was prompted by my true dream experiences.