Dialectic in a Dream
I’m watching a movie about me and see
a full confession stitched across my chest
in big block letters
you are asleep so I stop
the show and go
to the bathroom, put on a
shirt to cover the truth but in the gymnasium
my muscles betray me, each shot falls short,
the ball doesn’t clear the net
on my knees I see
a distant golfer swing with a body I can feel
but it’s not mine
the white ball sails like a flag
flown in victory, lands with intent where it’s
meant to be on the beautiful grassy plain of
irony:
it’s not mine unless I can give it away
and when I give it away it’s not mine
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Captures the uncertainty of dreams well!
I love s good dream poem. What a well of unusual imagery and associations they bring.
Absolutely caught the meandering dream perfectly! And a couple early moments had me feeling like a tv show or movie when you think, “Oh yeah, he fell asleep on the couch, wait, maybe no? Yes!”
Favorite image: “a full confession stitched across my chest”
So many good lines, but I love “the white ball sails like a flag
flown in victory.” Although the first three lines drew me in so well.
I see why you are a poet, you have a way with words! 🙂 enjoyed it.
Love “grassy plain of irony”, and the irony itself! Your prospective is always so unique!
Had to come back for a second read. The layout of the piece makes it entrancing and echoes the dream logic.
And that last couplet…bam.
“it’s not mine unless I can give it away
and when I give it away it’s not mine”
Grassy plain of irony—perfect.
meant to be on the beautiful grassy plain of
irony:
it’s not mine unless I can give it away
and when I give it away it’s not mine
Great lines.