Screen-less Dreams
The post “Story Time” was a popular one. At least it was picked up by the popular author Dan Maurer of Transformation-Is-Real. Observing my son’s creativity was also explored in the post before it, “The Forest and the Tree.” Consider this a companion poem to these stories.
Screen-less Dreams
Again he says “turn the light on.”
Fear on his face too genuine
to deny the request, like when
he wants cookies in the morning
or one more show to watch. He says
dragons fly through the window, makes
me lie next to him—guardian
on the brink of great sights unknown.
What do I know? In the eavesdrop
of flying lizards and bean-stalked
skies—nothing. I wish I knew less
of the knowledge that wiggles its
way out of magic and made-believe
flight. His eyelids a heavy screen
that display imagination.
I wait to hear his dream again.
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Mark, your poetry is simply spectacular. Lest you think I’m blowing any smoke up your a$$, know this: keep doing what you’re doing. You’re on fire, man!
One point I’ve found to be true with poetry (I’m not much of a poet either) is that if I have to—and I want to—read the poem over again to let the words sink in, I know it’s good. Your piece above is one such example. Nicely done!
– DDM
Thank you Dan! My first 4 years sober I spent reading and writing poetry (when I wasn’t doing all the other stuff we call life!) so I really appreciate this comment. When I’m really writing, like really writing, I feel I’m a poet. When I’m not, it feels like I’m a casual observer. This made my day!
I read a fair amount of poetry and this is very, very, very good. Poetry, like art, seems to be only valuable after the artists dies which is a huge shame because this is brilliant. Seriously, Good work, Mark.
Wow. Thank you Birdie. You made me feel famous today! Please pass it on!
“Bean-stalked skies.” Spectacular.