Eerily strange, the same but things change
A place I was never shown, yet familiar and known
Family I had not met, a face with caret
Ghosts of another life, same children and wife
Time knotted in distortion, twisted upon itself a contortion
In a second a year reckoned
Mixed and blended reality upended
Confusion pours through eye's windows and doors
Drowning a brain of one that was sane
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Good write my friend, it speaks to me of alternative dimensions, much enjoyed
Thank you Norman I like that take on this piece and could well be. Thank you my friend.
always welcome
A haunting and thought-provoking poem.
Thanks very much Soheil your words of support mean a great deal.
Thank you very much. My best wishes are with you.
This sounds like a nightmare or dream. Very powerful images here. Certainly well constructed with the double rhyme. Makes me think
Thank you David I appreciate the review and comment yes it is based on a dream the somehow persists in reality.
Feels like being in the care home with dementia, memories coming and going.
Though in saying that, I have been in places where I knew where I was going, and evereything was familar, but it was the first time I had been there.
Walking in someones footsteps.
Exactly Paul somewhere in the juncture of dreams, dementia, reality and some would say another life things meet and one blurs into the other. Your read and comments are most welcome and valued my friend
The mind can be as slippery as an eel.
You said it my friend. Thanks for the read and well put comment my good friend
Most welcome, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
There’s a damn eerie quality here, like déjà vu stretched into an alternate lifetime where time has folded back on itself. The strongest line for me is “In a second a year reckoned”—it captures that disorienting collapse of time before the final image of sanity drowning through the eyes.
Thanks my friend your interpretive feeling is just what was intended and what I experienced in the dream that inspired this write. Most appreciated Thomas
Good write SB. if it was not so serious, one may say to me 'Since when were you sane? When did it happen that you went insane? From about age 1?' lol.
Oh dear Orchi don't be so serious, I have always been a bit whacky born with a screw loose. I believe that sanity the first sign of the onset of insanity. Thanks so much for the read my good friend.
welcome to the twilight zone to share a good old bourbon with Rod Seling !
Thanks so much Lorenz you words appreciated
Soren, what an eerie and powerful piece. It pulled me into a world where memory, identity, and perception no longer obey their boundaries...recognizable and completely alien at once. This one leaves the mind unsteady, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much Tristan it did its job then. It originated with a dream of this sort that still is wedged in my mind. I appreciate your read and comment my good friend
Your first two words say it. Excellent write. Thoroughly enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated.
Maybe echos of a previous life seeping through.
You read about such things.
A Haunting Read.
Thank you Kevin your read and comment are most appreciated and who know maybe true. Dreams are strange things that have little explanation
My Pleasure.
hell yeah, a favorite!
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated my friend
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