Best Visionarynight Poems
Clinging to his pillow
Wondering
Would he ever lie beside me again
Praying
Miraculous recoveries can come to pass
Hoping
Finally sleeping, albeit brief
Succumbing
Bright light filled the room
Glowing
In the mid of night she sat before me
Comforting
Clad in the pink dress I’d bought for her burial
Speaking
“Mother, I miss you and now my husband
Dying…”
“Dear daughter, I’m watching over you
You coped when I died; you’ll survive this too
You’re not alone, I’ll make sure you get through
Just remember I’m always here for you”
Just five a.m., but the phone
Ringing
Alone, the vision gone,
Hearing
“We’re sorry, but John passed in the night”
Weeping
But feeling mom’s presence still
Encouraging
Made a move to another state
Struggling
Years passed, more obstacles, a fiancé drowned
Yearning
Tossing, turning and finally
Seeing
In the mid of night John sat before me
Comforting
“My darling, I’m watching over you
You coped when I died; you’ll survive this too
You’re not alone, I’ll make sure you get through
Just remember I’m always here for you”
Were these dreams or spiritual apparitions?
When trying to survive under adverse conditions
I feel no desire to seek “rational” explanations
*For PD's "Dreams" contest
A day spent at the stream
With Moondust
Infinities
And beyond
We will come back to the stream
To see a star
In its’ liquidity
In its’ depths
Of my heart
With Moondust
By the stream
Starry glimpses
Of futures’ laid
To travel
In many ways
Through streams
Through dreams
That can never fade
With the night….
The letters began to gleam
Upon the staff
What could it mean?
The way, home?
Could this be right?
I grasped the staff
Felt its’ mesmerizing power
And pointed to the stars
Numbers began to fall
In my heart
With startling rapidity
I remembered
When I launched an arrow
Of gold and brown
To the stars I felt its’ flight
The very same as on this night
High in the night sky
I saw
I felt
An eagle
With stars for wings
Such elation
That only I
Could see that constellation
The arc
To travel
In my heart
In a night sky
To see
My constellation
See it fly
The night of the living dead....
Bolted doors and boarded windows
Pressing hands, from room to room
Looking for a breech toward entrance
The shallow cracks, that shall allow them in
Into the hallways, within the darkness
Trying to survive, beyond another night
The night that falls, upon every child
Born in the shadows, of these darkened times
Trapped and afraid, deep inside
These bolted doors and boarded windows
Trying so desperately, their souls, to survive
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The Plague!