b.m.r 00:33

Should we trust the visions our dreams show us, or are they just figments of the imagination?

let me show you

how i see the world:

in sepia tones

with closed lids

each sign, each time

breathes my path into existence.

to enter the house of god

only to have the barrel of a gun

stuck in my stomach-

trigger pulled,

bruises left behind.

to be nursed another night

with hugs and kisses

from a faceless lover,

traces of whom i feel

even after he’s gone.

to stairs that lead nowhere

and hallways that nurture indecision.

to possibly the worst of all-

finding the dead wide awake

when they should be asleep,

tucking them in

the only way i know how.

the world comes into focus

my eyes are wide open

to the path my dreams have shown.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with the below lines.
"the world comes into focus
my eyes are wide open
to the path my dreams have shown."
Need to have wide open eyes and know what we truly need. Thank you Bethany for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John the Baptist]

Well, this one is a jewel. Its spare lines grab you with their mysterious, contradictory images. If, as the note informs us, we are seeing the speaker's dream life, what is it telling us? We are told of entering the house of god, only to feel the muzzle of a gun on the stomach, then abruptly we hear of passionate lovemaking, followed by uncertainty. Lastly, there is an image of tucking in the waking dead. In the last line, the sleeper has awakened and seemingly has some awareness of what the dream images mean. Would that we all could be so guided.
Well written and alluring. Good work.