dream time

dream time

A Poem by Emily B
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for OT's contest

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My dad wanders in and out of my dreams.

The conversations are better than I ever remember.

He says stuff to me now.

 

Apparently being dead does bring wisdom.

We were watching a flood, him and me.

Up home.

Must have been astral travel cause I don't know

how I could have got there.

 

Well, anyway, we were watching the water storm through the yard and the street and the middle of the house.

And I could feel my insides aching to mourn for all the things that I watched float away.

He grinned.

And said "let it go, it's just stuff."

And I ducked my head and wiped away the tears and wondered again

how he got so smart.

© 2011 Emily B


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"Apparently being dead does bring wisdom."

That may just be the line of the day, Emily. Your words found such purchase in my mind, since my dead also visit me in my dreams more often than I like, leaving me with the feeling I've left something undone..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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"Apparently being dead does bring wisdom."

That may just be the line of the day, Emily. Your words found such purchase in my mind, since my dead also visit me in my dreams more often than I like, leaving me with the feeling I've left something undone..

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I adore it, the words so simple so elegant and true they spill froth as if in conversation with your dear piece, but with it a sorrow and wonder, wonderful, how every word you write imprints within me, I want to twirl within your pieces.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

8 to 1 odds?

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so good, interesting, travels in many directions. I bet you win.

Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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