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I Dreamt A Nightmare
by Wendy SparlingA winding footpath,
like an anguiformed snake
stretched endlessly
through citrine slopes.
Grasping toddler hand,
we paused to tie a shoe when
You broke free and jounced
across the scenic shortcut,
not returning with my scold.
I chase with no gain,
and watch as your child-
legs pump faster and faster,
over the Celeste horizon.
In panic, I steer off
the meandering path,
only to lose direction,
losing you forever
I awoke with tears
flooding my ears,
drowning in sorrow.
02/22/2010
Author's Note: My son passed away 12 years ago this coming March, and years later I had this nightmare. It affected me so bad I had to write it down on paper just so I could analyze it, and hopefully never dream it again. So far, so good.
Posted on 02/22/2010
Copyright © 2025 Wendy Sparling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/22/10 at 08:30 PM This is a vivid read, and as a mother it gives me goose bumps. I like that you've recorded this, despite the sorrowful association. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 02/22/10 at 09:07 PM This is a powerful piece of writing, Wendy, and that author's note only lent tenfold more gravity. Definitely a moving poem, and quite intense. |
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