Dream Images Are Strange
Or Was It?
I entered the room
(or did it enter me?)
The walls bloomed and grew
(or maybe shrunk)
Colors receded,
(exploded!)
Sun was shining
(through the rain)
Vision sharpened
(clouded)
Maybe it was all a dream
(or was it?)
"Back Story"
This poem is part of the collection, "Literary Nights," and the entries in this category are created exclusively from dreams or fragments thereof, as recalled upon waking.I make no attempt to explain them, and I certainly do not claim that they make one single bit of sense.
They are presented simply for amusement, and for sharing some of the strange things that come into our brains as we slumber. Who knows from whence such strange visions arise?
© 2010 Liz Elias