Our prompt for the day: write a poem based on an image from a dream.
Dreams ~ arlene s bice
dreams; so many each night, so many recorded
a repetitive one carrying an important message
i am standing inside my old house in New Jersey
the one where i was a young girl, married
becoming a woman over the 13 years there
the house is falling apart, walls tumbled
the interior nakedly exposed to the world
stairs crooked, lopsided, dangerous
rooms out of square, paint chipped
cracked ceilings, lamp glass broken
a ramp running down from the shiny
black front door to the sidewalk
i look over and say to then-husband Ken
“we can fix it” knowing it cannot be
repairs foolish to even think of, or try
when this dream comes and it has often
over the years, same house, differently
dilapidated, different appearance
different repairs needed to save it
i know big lifetime changes are waiting
be assured, they are coming without
fail . . .
even after i have been long gone from that
life, an independent me, soaring through life
solo
