Waking From A Dream

Written for:  Poetic Asides 2023 April PAD Challenge - Day 25

"Two-for-Tuesday - Write a dream poem and/or a reality poem."

So many day are odd, no longer even
except in my dreams, which I rely on
to embrace you, taste you.  Oh, the
thought of how we melded in night,
city lights illuminating room, my 
clothes strewn about.  My lover, my friend.
Then I wake, and remember how you died.

Golden Shovel form - sentence taken from
a poem by James Davis May


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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