“In the dream,
she
got on the bus
and left, not
looking out the window,
you
crossed the street
and disappeared
into the crowd, never
looking back”
I
tried to erase
this, but
it’s grown
a monstrous
smudge
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Dreams do that, don’t they: a snatch of plot and a vast indefinable sense of loss…love your title, BB.
They do, Kate – thanks 🙂
What an image. Perfectly structured and evocative.
Thanks, Mark.
Enjoying the deluge in sunny Sydney? 🙂
Lovely, clever poem, Bb. I love it when a poem is open to interpretation… Thank you so much.
Thank you, Adee – I enjoy others’ interpretations of my poems 🙂
acceptance in dreams, from the totally bizarre to the downright normal state is something that makes you wonder what your brain is capable of…All I need is wings, that’s all, but it never supplies them 😉 Lovely puzzle of a dream. bb. xPenx
Thanks 🙂 The brain makes its own meaning when we are sleeping, doesn’t it, Pen? Wings, ah yes – that would be wondrous!
This reminds me of one of the first poems I read here, Bluebee — “Eternal Mysteries”. Not looking back is a recurring theme of yours, and I like this poem very much. The more we try to erase, the bigger looms the blot. Lady Macbeth found that out.
Hello Monica 😀 –
It’s interesting that you have made the connection between the two poems, because they are very much connected on many levels.
And yes, that Lady Macbeth had lots to feel guilty about, didn’t she? 😉
that sense of loss unexplained, almost abandonment, that haunts
It does, Monica, it certainly does. xx
‘Out, damned spot! out, I say!’
What a sad, disturbing poem but well written as always.
Ha, ha – yes Gabrielle, if only 🙂
Someone else’s dream is my blot
Dreams can tell us so much about what we’re really feeling- and can be a source of healing. Some are so vivid that they stay with us for a long time.
I did have a very different kind of dream once from which I woke up laughing and laughing and laughing. I just never could remember what was so funny…
Their effects can certainly linger, Zoë.
Laughing – what a lovely way to wake up from a dream! (my husband often laughs in his sleep 🙂 )