Five strangers walked into my dream,
all male and all different versions
of my deceased mother
They looked at me one by one,
with that look—her look,
that had been gone for so long
The first whispered to the second,
then the second to the third,
as the fourth and fifth just shook their heads
I tried to look away, but their presence
followed, and my eyes were frozen
in the judgment they proclaimed
My sleep was now haunted by what I once knew,
a maternal affliction that my memory had cured,
—returning again to infect my dreams
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Wow this poem is AWESOME
Thanks Man!
Welcome
Sleep, with haunting dreams of repressed emotions one thought were gone, can be terrifying. However, converting it skillfully to poetic verse can be even more painful. Here though, you have beautifully crafted a mesmerizing tale of ghostly visitation. This was excellent. - Phil A.
Thanks for the kind (and prophetic) words, Phil.
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