I wake to the sound of crashing waves
and pain of my body slamming against the wall
I try to stand and get my footing
but I'm flung about the room like an old rag doll
I feel scared and confused
and move slowly to the door
Sweaty and tired I turn the brass knob
my loud screams drowned out by the horror
Water up to my chest, I go to the window
is this a dream or a practical joke
I shake uncontrollably; legs turn to rubber
Fear overcomes me; I'm starting to choke
The sight so unbelievable I blink my eyes
yet the frightening vision is not a mistake
My childhood home has lost it's foundation
violently riding the waves of the lake
Written for dVerse Poet's Pub~Poetics
Prompt: DMT-Dream like State
*The prompt inspired me to write about one of my many dreams of my childhood and childhood home. I find great healing in my dream life; especially when it comes to working through a difficult childhood.
whew...i dunno if it is a doorway to adventure...or horror...its funny, i just watched noah tonight...which really was not a good movie in my opinion...but runs in vein with the water and the house being washed away...lived through a couple floods...those are def scary...i am glad your dreams bring you to healing though...smiles.
ReplyDeleteTrust me Brian-these childhood home dreams are def Horror! They come with different scenarios and images that all tell the story of chaos. The home is the symbol of the family problems.
Deletethe last stanza... how you said childhood home, almost give a feeling of you observing yourself... like an outer-body experience. The entire read was definitely a rush.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Anthony for getting the meaning of my poem. These dreams I have about my childhood/childhood home are absolutely frightening; yet cathartic at the same time.
DeleteDreams are so real..... maybe they are.
ReplyDeleteRoslyn-I am a big believer that our dreams are real in that they are helping us deal with unresolved issues we are holding onto to. A bit of therapy during sleep.
DeleteI like the images. The door is the opening to the water that gives a touch of reality. Then, they connect with the childhood house leaving its foundation, setting itself free, opening possibilities while floating on the lake.
ReplyDeleteWow, I just love your interpretation of my poem. I like you see the positive aspect of the house floating away. Thank you, I never thought about it that way but I guess there are both positive and negative in the house floating away.
DeleteTo be carried away in a flood - what a vicious nightmare.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt-talk about not feeling grounded. This is the ultimate example of never knowing what will happen next. Pure Chaos!
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