Long after graduating I would have dreams where I could not find the classroom nor the administration building to get a schedule of the classes I was taking and the semester was coming to a close. This wasn’t a nightmare, but a delightful confusion.
Blooms have won.
Dream away
Summer sun,
Autumn day.
Then I wake up.
Autumn day,
Summer sun
Dream away.
Blooms have won.
I wonder what that dream was trying to tell me, but not for long. Like summer passing into autumn I forget I even had it.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “school”. I wrote the poem as a way to practice writing reverse poetry where part of the poem repeats but with the lines in reverse order. I will be featuring that form at dVerse on Thursday.
Photos: “Blooming’s Done”, above, “Final Blossoms”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 