Zen Dream Fragments
Make me simple so I take
my mind apart and put it together
in field-strip time so fast it crawls.
No why, wherefore, nor shoulder strap
of five gold stars commands the seamless
aim, the act of pulling back the bow.
#
All mother wants is a mirror
to see her own beauty
and another for us
to see her full-length portrait.
Everything else in the house
is furniture.
#
No gingerbread house forests in
fecund imagination, so
stop looking.
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Wow! Love this, Mike! You and Bill Brymer are on similar trajectories today.
Three very different fragments! Wish I could dream like that!
Love this!
Great lines!
Everything else in the house
is furniture. Hilarious!
After reading this poem I started thinking about how dreams have no heirarchy—as does a poem at times and I liked the # ‘s had no numbers. Thank you for your poem!
Thank you all for reading my work and commenting!