THIS WAY OUT (photo) & DEATH AS METAPHOR (free verse dream poem) by Roswila
DEATH AS METAPHOR
Brenda* and I are together again,
in her apartment, with several women
I'm extremely uncertain about, and a few
men who are now nothing but tremendously
problematic; she looks ill and I'm concerned
for her, as I always was at the end of her life;
another woman, though, looks to be even
closer to her final breath: that woman
reminds me too much of Farrah Fawcett*
in her last days; I return to concentrating on
Brenda, after all she's the only friend left
I'm comfortable with and she's made it
known she's leaving, that she needs to do
something important elsewhere; my concern
for her is upped: what if she collapses on
the road, how will I ever find her?
just then, the Farrah look-alike comes up
to me, her pretty blouse massively wrinkled
after what must have been days of living in it;
her smile stretches the skin of her terribly
thin face taut so that her bones stand out
almost white even in the artificial light
of the room like a death's head: a painfully
fitting symbol for all that's dying in me,
all over again
[free verse poem on a dream of 10-24-17. *Both my friend Brenda and Farrah died of cancer. Photo "This Way Out" (10-18-17 new picture as xiii) by Roswila]
There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
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