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the things i dream cannot be real
by Ava Blu
one february morning, i found a dead bird
in my hand and i watched it closely, i
tried to remember the night before and
i seemed to be alone in a house that was always occupied
i carried the bird outside, i
dug a small hole and buried the bird inside a handkerchief
you'd given me;
it was blue and purple squares
it was the last thing you'd touched
crawling through the window to get back inside, i noticed
broken glass around the refrigerator
and i tiptoed to the phone, i called you
because i remembered dreaming you were Jeff Bridges
and i was jealous, and i threw a glass towards your face
and i tugged at your beard and i accused you of wanting her and
i threw a glass towards Jeff Bridges
no answer
no answers to the questions swirling now
did we fight, can i take back what i said,
can the bird be reborn
and can we be something i've never had before
because we are on paths that should never have crossed
but they did,
they did
and, alright, so i threw something at your face in a dream and it turns out
it wasn't a dream and we aren't in a movie and you aren't an actor
and i truly do try to avoid drama but i am dramatic
because i am passionate
and that was once what you wanted but now
now i think i buried you in that small hole
and i don't think i can take it back.
01/29/2011 Author's Note:
please don't let them be real
Posted on 01/29/2011
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 02/04/11 at 08:08 PM nice. you're crazy in the best ways. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/19/11 at 02:42 AM Nightmare! You have pictured a relationship gone very bad! |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/02/11 at 02:21 AM Ava, another piece I am rolling down hills with...this poem uncoils like a mini movie amidst a music video...the weaving and juxtaposition feel harmonious, "no answer" standing brief as an intermission between the 2 acts. kudos to your direction...peace, jewels xoxox |
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