Little whisper calls
A flash in the eyes
Nervous energy sparks
It’s the smell of hope
Taste of salt from the beach
Memories make clay of thoughts
Churning inside reaching for daylight
The touch of possible
Stirs lost sensations
Eyes delve for images
Time wisps away from now
Sepia shades of what was once
Crayons outline what could have been
If’s and Why’s dance in circles
Wants and needs choose next colors
Still the whispers persist
Distant dreams vividly wave like flags
Crying out to remind you
Here isn’t a destination but a passage
Faint memories of yesterday
Desperately trying to awaken you
From the sleep we call living
Blindly wandering through the drizzle, my bad dream puts me in the middle of two hills. The gloom lifts to reveal a mill. I pause before I knock on the door. The door swings open. There stands a trim man dressed as a king.
My mouth opens but words fail to emerge.
Suddenly an alarm changes everything.
What do I want tomorrow
I ponder this riddle often
Pretending I control those plans
Reasons fly away like bats
Never upon straight moonbeams
Cascading upward, dust in breezes
Idling meanings with purposes
Proclaiming territory on receding tide
I can explain everything clearly
I have no knowledge of why or how
As this sun sinks to the netherworld
My eyes create what will be forward
When the clouds obscure my vision
I’ll repeat this over aftermorrow too
Gretchen wakes with a shudder. The eerie morning light paints unusual colors on the walls. Like fluid spilling from an opening can, her world changes back to real.
The room fills with echoes of her slowing breath. Her eyes search for a query to explain what happened again. She rubs then with open hands as if to wipe the scene permanently from her vision.
Her right hand rummages the table top of her nightstand. Fast fingers find the smooth surface of her phone. Its harsh blue light4hw telling of a number dialed.
“Hello? Hello! It happened again!” Gretchen yells in bursts. “I can’t take these dreams. Are you revenue?”
“Yeah . . .. I’m here. … It’s like 540AM.” Joel works feverishly to put who and what together.
“It happened again! I’m… I’m leaving my room through the window.” Gretchen draws lines in the air with her hand “I heard voices. Then footsteps…. My heart is exploding in beats. I can’t breath. My throat is choked up. Are you listening to me?!”
“Yeah.. Yeah. The footsteps draw closer and you go out.” Joel thinks of why his crazy sister calls him alone.
“But this time on a unicorn… Wait, I mean unicycle. There’s a cord running down to the beach. The ocean is turning muddy. And blackbirds… They call out to these people in the house where I am.” She loses her breath taking in a rush.
“Gretchen. Calm down. You decided to go to Clown school.” Joel looks back at the clock “You and that Therapist of yours decided it was the only way to get over your clown phobia. I’m going back to bed. Put your clown attire in the closet where you can’t see it!”
Today a wish fell from the sky
Dust, maybe fairy dust it sparkled
My breath stopped, my heart paused
Trying to comprehend was it meant
My eyes glued as it tumbled
Finding my upturned palm
Slowly gossamer wings appeared
Spellbound I stared at the sight
It tested those frail wings
Turning to face me
Then leapt back skyward
I wished it stayed
I wished for the wisdom of a child
Knowing to act not think first
As it rose, I jumped up
Failing arms desperate to grab on
My mind crawled away
My face dropped a bit
I knew next time what to do
When the next wish falls from the sky
Thoughts swirl through my mind
Lighting the dark recesses
Like fireflies, they spark and move
I reach for them in vain
they scatter and reemerge
I forget once captured they die
The jar can only confine
It only zaps their energy
They fade like yesterday’s dreams
Still my inner child swings
Maybe this time it’ll work
I can hold and make it real
Suddenly they are gone
Like darkness against sudden light
They fade from sight
Never to be known
Whether any of it was real
If I built a bridge to you Would it be steel and concrete? Would it be paved in dreams? Illuminated by glowing promises Decorated by river called Hope A valley awash in blooming rainbows At night, fog would wraps it arms around Keeping away the cold of darkness Birds would sing to bring the dawn Gentle breezes would lift drowsy Every day could start fresh Thoughts would be free of the past If built a bridge to you Could we meet in the middle?
His eyes walked up and down then side to side across the velvet dress. Her face wrapped in a scarf of blue clouds. Still he knew. His troubled mind knew. His nose wrestled to keep the scent from being taken in. His ears could create her voice in the wind. Her presence was’ll disconcerting at best.
“Not all dreams are created equal. You can not ignore men as I am no more than what you made me.” A coarse soft whisper rasps Clancy’s ears.
“Go away! Go away! You’re not real!” Clancy spins in his dark room. Eyes wide searching for her shape. Nerves taut. Chill of icy fingers brushing softly against his back.
“You can’t refuse me. Ha ha, silly Clancy” he voice climbs as falls in laughter of a child. “I’m your every embodied desire and want. You built me in those likenesses you could not possess. My touch is all you’ll care to know. You made me from your cold indifference then added desire.”
“You’re just a nightmare! No, no…..no more. No, no … no less. A bad dream. Charlotte! Be gone!” A frail silhouette waves at the darkness.
“Years that fall through cracks in days fashioned us. You call me by a name.” She reveals her face with the features of all his loves unknown.
Another night in which our monsters return. Clancy’s ghost settles into his mind for another night.
Written as part of a challenge called Photo Challenge, details are available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/08/22/photo-challenge-177/
Heart beats into my eardrums
Stray thoughts loose and running
Fruitless pursuits dream
Upon unseen mountains
My thoughts echo
Pulled within illusions
Places only fools trust
My soul seeks peace
Reflection against the world
Chasms fill with echoes
Voices writing lyrics
Waves of comfort spill
Zephira draws up her mandolin. A few gentle strums of its strings lets loose the amora of fall leaves and vanilla. Her head lowers beyond sight. The air rushes by suddenly perishing dreams of Summer. Her words turn staccato like piano notes. I resist with all my might.
A distant cello joins in with her melody. The world bends to her. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll slip back to where I belong. The world is so small within the looking glass.