Faint Memories of Yesterday

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

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Sunday Whirl – Milling Dreams

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.

Tomorrow’s Dream

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

Photo Challenge #182 – These Dreams

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!”

Wishing

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

Stray Thoughts

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

Bridge

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?

Photo Challenged 177- Clancy’s Ghost

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/

Echoes

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

Somewhere – Stories by 5

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.