I fill the red kettle
Listen to my dreams
Boil
The water level drop
Split
Listen
As the spiders crawl
Follow us
Down the side road
Dark
Like real
Something we must attend
To
The chain has been kicked
Already
It echoes
Bounces off the beige
Walls
Body
Brain
Intact
We shuttle around
Breathing
Clear vanilla sky
Powder clouds
Grind them up
Make a paste
Fly
Clear
For a moment
Thud
We fall pulverised
At the end of a dream
The memory is bigger than the house
A curiosity
And a dread
The floor bends as the door shuts
I forget to ask what it means
She holds my head and whispers
It is over.
Perhaps with the end comes a new beginning? A chance to refill the kettle with new dreams?
ReplyDeleteI am sure of that Robyn..thank you
DeleteNight dreams can leave us like you described in your poem...rattled. I like: I forget to ask what it means. I forget, too.
ReplyDeleteRattled yes! it's worse when being awake leaves you more rattled than a dream...thank you Sabra
DeleteSome old houses don't get to share their stories...because the people who lived there moved. - New beginnings. One door closes another opens. Not always at the times we choose.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of the last stanza as a haiku...but it could be. Thanks.
Best to you this season and in the New Year. ~Jules
Some new houses have very old stories playing out inside..thank you Jules..Have a good New Year also
DeleteA poem that hints of hope and renewal.
ReplyDeleteThank you Cressida..let's hope
DeleteIt is always a good thing when the kettle is boiling with dreams, I think. Not pleasant to feel pulverized at the end of a dream though...hopefully, one of these days the good will prevail!
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays to you, Jae.
Thank you Mary we must always have that hope..happy holidays to you also
DeleteBeige walls struck home. I hope it isn't over but I sometimes wonder if it will ever start, too.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean thank you J Cosmo..maybe beige walls are a universal tool to dampen down the questions..and angst..
DeleteThat is one of the best first lines I've read in a long time! And, I've been away from poetry way too long. I forgot how much I enjoy your writing! I think I'll go through and read one a day of all the ones I've missed in the last few months.
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda - very good to see you back..
DeleteBreathe in that vanilla sky and do what you want. There is the red bed, the view from the window and that glorious feeling of freedom and now to wrap that present up for Christmas, the new you. Perhaps we could all sing John Lennon's "Imagine"?
ReplyDeleteWe could but the vanilla may make a repeat showing! I jest yes the taste of freedom is sweet..thank you Old Egg
Delete'The floor bends as the door shuts' ~ I love this line. ...and we're moving to new dimension! :)
ReplyDeleteIf it's better than this one then that's all for the good..thank you humbird :)
DeletePerhaps it is only the nightmare that is over and now real life can begin.
ReplyDeleteLove the red kettle, btw. I have one that I keep at my office. It boils dreams as well as water for tea.
Thank you Ann...it does an an extra element to the humble cuppa
DeletePerhaps it is only the nightmare that is over and now real life can begin.
ReplyDeleteLove the red kettle, btw. I have one that I keep at my office. It boils dreams as well as water for tea.
And yes..I think real life can start to edge it's way forward now...whether good or bad it's in my hands..which is brilliant..
DeleteSeems dismal, yet, there is hope, Jae. Wishing you a lovely holiday season filled with joy and happiness. oxox.
ReplyDeletePamela
A trifle dismal Pamela but all will be ok..no matter what..wishing you a happy Christmas time also.. x
Deletereal life is much more unsettling than dreams, at least you wake up from a dream. It is frightening when it is all in our hands but there is possibility too. Wishing you a hot cup of tea, a warm bed, and a good book and Christmas peace, Jae. May the new year bring enough challenges to keep life from being boring but not so many that you feel overwhelmed and may Alice dance in wonderland :)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much dee..you have a peaceful and happy Christmas too..here's to a curious 2014 (but in a good way)..love and best wishes x
DeleteSurreal, just like my dreams...confusing, twisting, not sure where it's going. :)
ReplyDeleteThat sums it up perfectly thank you Tammie!
DeleteAll hail the red kettle! Just as I thought Old Egg’s last kiss piece a perfect bittersweet ode to the end of SS, I think this one of yours a perfect—and perfectly pertinent—send-off in a contrasting way: sad is the withering end of SS/happy is the end of dread and the beginning of red!
ReplyDeleteThank you Miss A..very much..let's pour ourselves a tea and look for that curious little red path...a warm light in the dark sky..the start of a new adventure..lexical though it maybe it's still fun x
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