I Dreamed I Saw
An abstract clock—
heard it ticking; each
second, an arm
with fingers.
The heart
drumming from a chamber,
beating fast
but
erratic.
Wounds opened
into labyrinths
of confusion.
Darling,
the air was swirling again,
and the staircase
dangled from the wall—
up
and
down,
with no end.
Exit signs
flashed like neon red apples
on the backs
of speeding trucks,
whose glass-and-static tires
spun like
a carnival Ferris wheel.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was playing with these words: Abstract, Heart, Exit, Wounds, and Darling. I've never written a surreal poem, so I thought I'd try. Here's what I came up with.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments4
Vivid descriptions that gave the feeling that the clock was alive. Nicely done
Thank you for the comments; much appreciated.
As you read this write it feels as the clock is beating, enjoyed the read
Thank you for reading my poem and commenting on it I appreciate your kind words.
You are very welcome
An Ed first attempt, very exciting imagery and movement 🙏🏻🕊
Wow, RR. Loved this trip into your strange new world. It read like a scary Ozian conception. I must say it is fun to play with words like you have done here. It's amazing what will come out from it. A great whimsical poem. Loved it. - Phil A.
Thank you for your generous comments. Blessings, my friend!
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