THE DIG, poem by Patricia Kelly

THE DIG

this loneliness not
for another but for
something lost in one’s
self or perhaps never
found so far in the pre-
conscious past like
fragile bones of an un-
known dinosaur uncovered
these ancient remains
raise doubts about
one’s eyes and the re-
construction the form so
alien so unexpected delicately
balanced in the network of
one’s mind limned by the light
of dawning consciousness can
this really be true?


Patricia Kelly (a/k/a Roswila)
© October 2010, Photo and Poem
(not a dream-based poem but certainly an issue my dreams have been working on)

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,

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