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Turning Her White Dress Red
by Jared OrlandoAnd there she was-
I had remembered her from a dream where
She wore a white dress, interrupted only by
Playful, small yellow daisies
Yet her face wore it differently
Her eyes were crying as she stood in place
Finding a random spot on the floor, she stared
Her shoulders shuttered with the power of her tears
And no one saw her but me
In my dream she was drifting above a rock
Deep inside a chasm
My eyes focused in, zoomed in
Stopping at her in mid air, only slightly
I called out-
Looking back
Stumbling
Falling
Hitting her head
The blood poured out
Turning her white dress red
Here outside the dream, I must not call her name
For death is so close to her soft neck
She must cry, she must live
On to drift in another's dream
01/22/2013 Posted on 01/22/2013
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 01/23/13 at 02:41 PM The narrow focus of this, the peering in through the dream and the power of holding your breath to preserve the image...made me hold my breath, a little, to the end. Excellent. lk |
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