Teresa’s Dream-S Francis/SailorPoet Guest Blog

Dreams tell the viewer something he must face

Inside living moments, as if passing through.

Tell me, Freud, if strangers blindfold me, demand

I embrace the tree as they shoot me from behind,

A firing squad, what should I make of this dream?

 

Detail: the jury of one, my trust, I

Spared.

The foolish squad walks off into the misty edge

Of the dream, swinging their rifles like golf clubs.

I embrace the tree like an apple seed.

 

When these dreams slip outside their subconscious

Frame living moments, just passing through,

Tell me, Freud, if I am the stranger blindfolding myself,

Do I deserve pardon, or should they tie me to the tree

Whip me for the crimes I commit?

 

Detail: the jury of one, my trust, I

Cannot spare

My consequence, walking to the misty edge of dreams

Guns still pointing at the center of my heart,

Like life looking to drop its seed.


S Francis writes at SailorPoet and is the creative alter ego of a career naval officer.

 

 

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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