A dream mirrored in
A mirror dreamt
Trains itself, flowers open.
Dark unmeasured
Mind extends its tendril
Into time and night
Turns into day.
Am I smaller or
Farther away or more
Or all three in a garden we
Dreamed a future for?
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'Dark unmeasured mind' is a beautiful description that I can't wrap my mind around...I've repeated it so much to myself that I'm pretty sure it's imprinted forever.
ReplyDeleteEvery poem you post seems to top the one before, it's amazing.
That is a nice photo of your son and you!
ReplyDelete*Or all three in a garden we
Dreamed a future for?*
Loved that ending to your poem.
"A dream mirrored in a mirror dreamt"- - those opening lines really grab me.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful photo.
Larger, actually. Eye and angle deceive. Spirit knows.
ReplyDeleteYou always catch me by the heart and brain with your words. I don't breathe until the last word.
ReplyDeleteHey Geo! This is great, and made me think a little too much. Still, thank you =) Indigo
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