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Landscape of a dream


04.22.14 Posted in today's words by

Christopher Roe’s most recent poem to appear here was Taking Flight (March 2014).

Landscape of a dream
By Christopher Roe

I stand on a beach
of bone white skeletons
dressed in the thin mist
of the sea.

You come to me
riding in an old
maroon beach wagon
with battered wooden sides
driven by my sister.

You’ve brought me
a black eye patch
and a book of my words
and I know who you are
in your wedding dress
of doubt.

You smile through the rain
of pink magnolia petals
and float to me over
shattered shells
ancient as our rituals.

There are elephants
and crowds of people
with no faces
dressed all in white
holding champagne flutes
expectantly.

There is an old television set
half buried in the sand
showing a film of
your ex-husband
mouthing obscenities.

A naked violinist
wearing a blindfold
plays Ashoken Farewell
and my sister laughs
hysterically as we
dance
on the edge
of the waves
in the landscape
of a dream.

 



3 Responses to “Landscape of a dream”

  1. Nicole Yurcaba says:

    Surreal. I am reminded some of Yeats’s work.

  2. Absolutely beautiful. I can smell the salt air.

  3. jeff the postman says:

    Awesome

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