Dream Poem # 4

I walked a bit

down a familiar street

to fill my needs and get a drink

when what should appear

but the wayward legs of a billy goat

head butting the air

with no effect but to jiggle his chin whiskers

I followed his clumsy gait to the corner

even though I knew he was trying to lead me on

over to the left I smelled something rotten and old

and I tried to reach the moving sidewalk to investigate

but the chickens clucked and bocked until the rage inside me grew

THIS MUST STOP!

I said to a meandering mare

covering my ears with my hands that felt decidedly small and spare

she just gave me the dirty eye

and rudely walked away

with a swish of her tail

and a very drunken sway

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

7 thoughts on “Dream Poem # 4”

    1. Now you see Cindy, this is exactly why I chose not to delve into that Gregory Harrison dream lol I won’t tell you which STD he said he had but it was nasty, real nasty lol I’m glad you appreciated the quirk of the dream I did post and ya know, looking back on it, that little goat was awfully cute and the chickens kinda looked sad amid the din of their clucking. You should see what I see when I look at ink blots! Now there is an exercise in lunacy. πŸ˜‰

  1. I wonder if the waking mind enhances or depletes the dream? Whichever, I think it is wonderful to see the final result. The menagerie seems eerie but the author’s voice is strong. Damn, I’ve been on a critiquing site all day and it shows, haha…
    Val, this (as always) is a wonderful trip for the mind. I wish I could remember a dream 😦

    1. I’d say it enhances it in one way Kiersty but diminishes it in another. I can filter out the nonsense with my waking mind but it loses something in the translation because language is a very rudimentary tool to express the complex emotions felt. Critiquing sites are good for you! πŸ™‚ That menagerie was eerie, but not nearly as eerie as the dream I had the night before about the wedding where Gregory Harrison from Trapper John MD was telling me had contracted an STD but went to the doctor for a cure while two brides nearby were wearing the most horrible green taffeta dresses and…see? I do have some weird shit in my head lololol

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