We start a new year, but I have poems that are left from 2021 and did not get finished. Well, so what? It all works out eventually. Here are a couple to read now.
It’s going to snow here tonight at my house.
Obliterated
Suddenly I knew them The three sets of
footprints The mark of travelers setting
out on a journey all too
familiar to me I wanted to
warn them but it was
too late They had gone
on ahead. Already the falling
snow filling in their confident
steps my eyes my tears in
the blowing cold Blur the
writing by which I read
The future fades.
1/6/22
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I envision this bit of information being imparted in a brightly lighted ballroom.
Perfectionist
I recall
The thunderstruck partygoers
A vivid green dress
A Would you like some sugar?
Considering her age and history
it was a simple and clean operation.
Occasionally
even I am pleased.
1/6/22
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
The first one really resonated with me. The 2nd one I wish I could have seen!
Thank you. Sometimes I think I am not writing poetry but fairy tales or screenplays or novels, (in very short forms!) I do like a mysterious story.
You are welcome. Whatever label you put on it, I like it 🙂
The first one sounds like a dream I have occasionally. I’m the one setting out, but I’m either rescued or turn back. (K)
Wow, that is really interesting. I am glad there is a good outcome. I’ve never dreamed something like this. My dreams seem to be more that I have lost something (like my purse, say) and I am searching for it. Although a very recent dream concerned the idea that I was going to my sister’s wedding in Australia (we have never been there) and suddenly I realized the dress I wanted to wear was peeling away in layers. I tried a department store (wandering for a while) and then went to a fabric store, bought a length of loud flowery cotton, warpped it around myself and fastend it with staples. It worked out fine. Truly this is my dreamworld. A bit warmer than snow at least!
I like the image of being wrapped in fabric. I have certain recurring dreams and then there are the ones that come out of the blue and make no sense at all in any context. Like why was I dreaming about donuts?
Ever since you mentioned donuts I could not stop thinking about them so this morning we went out for a donut. Now you see the meaning of your dream, it was meant for you to tell me!
That’s good to know! The universe must have known I would tell you.
The donut was good.
The first one is haunting–it is like a dream or vision. So vivid to me.
Thank you. Yes, I felt the same, the footprints idea came to me and then the rest of the story fell into place. I don’t know why, I can’t point to what might have prompted it (although today’s snow and wind seem just right for the scene…)
Yes, they do.