From A Dream

Early hours of restlessness
In the dark of morning, I dozed,
Dreaming...
Two people
Talking
Around me,
As if
I
Were not there.
A long,
Slender,
Wooden box
Upon the floor.
They
Told me:
'You will not
Need your shoes
In the box.'
What?
My mind spoke,
But my mouth
Did not move.
Numb.
How will
They fit
Me
Into that
Tiny box?
I
Cannot live
In that tiny
Box.

05/29/2022

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

What a stark evocative image you have creatively presented in this piece of poetry. It really drew me in and had me thinking the same:
"Cannot live
In that tiny
Box."
So very haunting. Excellent work Ani. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

[Lisasview]

Good morning Ani,
First read of yours and I did enjoy it.
Not sure what type of poetry this is? I feel it is more like a part of a dream diary...and, as a story teller I really loved it. Your words flowed so well and pulled me along with them.
Your imaginary is wonderful and the metaphor of the tiny box is haunting.
To me it means that you will not allow yourself to be shut away from life...that life is an adventure.
I read your About me and see we have something in common... I too am a professional artist...I just recently decided to post my words for the first time ever...and this new adventure has been so exciting... I posted some works from the early 1970's when I was just 22 years old...Glad I kept them.
Lisa, now in Spain

[Robert Haigh]

Imaginative, but scary! Death will come for us all... in time.