Waves
I awakened this morning and
typed out my dream before
I had a chance to forget but
my glasses were nowhere nearby so
I can barely make out the words.
I remember waves clawing
at the living room floor from
the outside in, dissolving
whatever silty sandy tile it was
made of, so that there was
a little less room to stand
moment by moment,
with each pulse of tide.
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Dreams are the best muses 💙
My day one flew out of one as well.
Yours sounds less than happy, but great imagery.
Pulse of tide, you mermaid you!
I really enjoyed how your line breaks were broken, ‘dissolving/whatever silty sandy tile’
Lots of urgency here. I love the ending, “with each pulse of tide.”