Lord Dream from the Sandman Chronicles
Following you from dreamscape to dreamscape, I
cannot help but notice the taunt of
a quickly turned head,
an averted glance,
or a frozen neck refusing to turn on axis
to bring your eyes in contact with mine. I have chased you
from the steps of every illusion woven and constructed
from the vagaries of an attic stuffed with photographs
by a lizard brain that demands a coherent storyline.
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I. Challenger
I give you a song I stole from the dirt: I dream a mess
of ley-lines and leptons, plasma fields and turf giants. Last son
of a dead planet, strongest man in the world. I am a nova,
all-exploding, planet-cremating. But there are
many ways to lose the oldest game.
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This chain of regular and reverse hay(na)ku was written for Poefusion’s Monday Mural Prompt (the mural is above). Enjoy.
-Nicole
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one
night I
had a dream
I walked the
streets of
Memphis
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Unlit “Open” sign,
“For Lease” screams from the window -
Someone’s dream has died.
Written 4/5/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
This was written about the girlfriend of an acquaintance. We’d barely met, but his story of her was so spectacular that it was hard not to notice and not to feel anything at all. After this, I began to think – and realize – that her personal struggle is not unlike my own. So for her, I wrote “To A Girl”. Enjoy.
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You say you want to make memories,
Holding photographs inside your head – for you,
Sweet and black tinged, pink and mood indigo.
