Two Lagoons

I had a dream about you.

And me.

We had both lost something.

We wore black and walked with people

who didn't know what to say to us.

It was the first time I saw you without makeup.

We stood on the edge of a lake

because something was just gone.

No evidence

except for the debris of hearts.

There were articles written,

a dedication, a procession, confusion.

Formal apologies.

We were both quiet and shocked and carried on.

There was a buffet and I saw what had been lost to me.

He turned around and I said, "What happened."

Then I woke up.

But I still feel like I'm wearing black and I'm still 

thinking about you.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

ha. holy s**t. pretty good. that part about the buffet. the buffet is where people tend to realize what they'd lost or something, and you wrote it. made me think about the buffets I've ate at, and what I've thought about. I like this. broken heart s**t usually like, I don't know, it usually doesn't take, but this was allllllright.

[Anne Goldmann]

Thanks for your encouragement. Fortunately, this is not about a broken heart because I found what I thought I lost. But I think mostly it is a reflection of how much inner realities can step out into broad daylight upon awakening. Thanks again!

[Marie]

Some dreams have this effect on people. The c=shadow carried over to waking. The subsconscious mind tries to say something but can't find clear enough words or symbols.

[Anne Goldmann]

Thank you Marie. It is a common human feeling, isn't it?

[Sami Khalil]

A dream of fearful drowning. A splendid poem...:).................

[Anne Goldmann]

Thank you Sami. At times I am full of fear. I suppose writing something about it is a release.

[Sami Khalil]

A good medicine. You are welcome...:)......................

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Anne -- this has a different pitch in the lines --- altogether...with the words and how this comes about the read as I read this piece...the way you take us in the scene and visualize the atmosphere in the details...the representation of the color of gloom and the somber tones that reflect --- a tension is in the mist --- and then like a dream you wake up...but the realism in the dream is instilled in your mind...nonetheless...

[Anne Goldmann]

Thank you Glen. I love your take and what you see. Your description of the short journey is what I hope to instill. Although I didn't quite know it until I read what you wrote. Thank you.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...

[MomzillaNC]

The surreal revelation of realities imagined in our dreams and how they may cling to us when we wake.

[Anne Goldmann]

Beautifully said! It's such a visceral experience.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. I know just what you mean. And, some of my best poems and paintings come from my dreams. But, it can be so difficult to hold onto, receding and breaking apart like misty tendrils when waking intrudes.

[Anne Goldmann]

Yes, extricating ourselves from ourselves. I look forward to reading and seeing your art.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. I certainly enjoyed yours.

[Samuel Dickens]

Hmm. Could this have been inspired by a real dream? It certainly has that air of authenticity to it. The excellent black and photo lends itself well to the fine words.

[Anne Goldmann]

Thank you Samuel. Yes, you have an intuitive eye. I had a dream that my husband and the husband of a friend had drowned. It was vivid and emotional. Soon after I woke up I wrote this.
I took the photo in Australia in Canberra. Thanks very much for your review. I look forward to reading you too!