Dreamery
The dream was realistic in
its detail…
In the old barn, I sensed a
history
in every damp corner, an
unfinished story
in every heap of debris that
marked
a process without progress,
in remnants
of machines, the gear of
abandoned projects
that made only small shadows
on the untidy floor.
I’m no farmer, I had no
impulse
to harvest any dream theme,
but I felt no urge to end it…
very intriguing write
ReplyDeleteDear Rick,
ReplyDeleteYou describe this dream so vividly that I can understand you want to wander a bit longer in the barn, exploring.
Thanks for sharing.
Best wishes,
Inge
Nice descriptive poem, Rick. Thank you for sharing, my friend. Continued blessings!
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