Wrapped in layers of blankets,
lost in a hot dream
that isn’t mine,
I have a discussion
with words from another time
and prepare for an event
in a room I have never seen.
I feel a pain that isn’t mine.
The faces are familiar
The sights, the clothes, the events,
are exact, cutting, real,
but not mine. Not mine.
I wake, dried out, wrung out.
On the dresser, sits a broken bowl
that has been glued back together.
It is an object of another time.
I suspect it of containing the dream.
A broken bowl, glued, sold,
removed to a new locale,
holding an energy,
an energy not always contained,
but sometimes leaking out,
through the cracks.
2 thoughts on “Foreign Dream beside an Antique Floral Bowl”
Loved the image of the broken bowl eliciting broken dreams. The refrain of it isn’t mine and the energy leaking out from the broken bowl gave me chills. The title is perfect. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Thanks, Margo! Glad the concept translated. I had a pretty weird dream a few days ago!