what you do in dreams My dreams
may be
telling me
There’s no need to yell He’s right
there in front of me He’s right
there
The okapi, OkapiaI feed my head lots of facts A little
johnstoni, is a giraffid
artiodactyl mammal
native to the Ituri
Rainforest in Central
Africa
fiction They tamp down
others that are
older The others
that are less
comforting
Sirius is the brightestI remember yelling I can’t
star in the night sky It is
almost twice as bright
as Canopus The name
is derived from the Ancient
Greek for "glowing" or
“scorcher”
remember what
I yelled or
if he wore glasses I do
remember a room
and the flimsy pale
blue Frailty The rest is leaving
me
I was freezingAre you responsible for it
and walked on following
that track in my dreams, longing
too for that
doorway to
an enchanted theater,
which was for madmen only
what you did when young I was young
when I yelled He was there
He was still there Still there
right in front of me
3 comments:
Most excellent. Francis, this is a very strong poem, and I'm afraid my words won't do it justice. I'll just say that the way you've placed the words, the statement "there's no need to yell," it's yelling in my head.
It simply needs to be read.
May you have peace this holiday season. ~Kay
Settle down Gunga Din! This is no way to treat a horse.
Thanks so much Kay. I hope you have a joyous holiday season too.
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