In dreams – TB

30 Nov

In dreams
He doesnt see faces
Because in life
He only sees shoes.

In dreams
He only knows places
From side-walks
And gaps in
Long queues.

In dreams
He hears voices
In the distance
Because in life
Everyone is distant.

In dreams
He blinks
And he’s missed it
And then in life he asks if it
was ever really there.

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11 Responses to “In dreams – TB”

  1. Brendan December 1, 2015 at 9:02 am #

    The dream is an endless canvas, the ever-writing map! Love the way you try to name un-nameables here. That’s good dream-work.

  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) December 1, 2015 at 9:03 am #

    Dreams is rarely more than a reflection of the day… how can we ever see, but a little bit beyond our chores of day…

  3. Marian December 1, 2015 at 11:06 am #

    Clever!

  4. Rommy December 1, 2015 at 1:36 pm #

    I like the feel of this and the way you structured the words to have not only a dreaminess to them, but this idea of looking or seeing things in a series of gaps, which really suits the mood.

  5. kaykuala h December 1, 2015 at 4:47 pm #

    Conscience is playing havoc with one’s dream. Guilt feelingsl will beget bad dreams. It has a way of getting itself noticed!

    Hank

  6. slàRueb December 1, 2015 at 6:15 pm #

    dreams of life passing you by may at times give hint that reality is offering that invitation to live.

  7. Sherry Blue Sky December 1, 2015 at 9:57 pm #

    I really like the connection between his waking and sleeping life. Sounds like he could use some elevation of expectation, smiles.

  8. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) December 2, 2015 at 4:17 am #

    Sad either way.

  9. Susie Clevenger (@wingsobutterfly) December 2, 2015 at 6:18 am #

    It is hard to tell at times what is real and what is a dream. Clever write

  10. gillena December 2, 2015 at 10:52 am #

    the statement of the reflection of life in the dream scape is lucid. Its a kind of verso here though, we are often urged to dream to wish to plan outside of our reality frame. but in this case the dreamscape is the reality scape in reflection
    Interesting write

    much love…

  11. petrujviljoen December 2, 2015 at 7:10 pm #

    So sad. It reminds of Samuel Beckett a bit.

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