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Twenty-First Century Dream

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"The haunting, hunted kind..."
~ Pilot's Dream

I dreamed I met a little boy.
A most amazing child.
He smiled at me, but didn't speak a word.
The wind was all I heard.

I followed him down a crowded alley,
filled with scowls and empty stares.
He walked among the wicked and the vile,
the endless mercantile.

Suddenly, there came
a howling, bitter rain.
The child reached out his arms
and smiled at me again.

The crowds cowered to run,
the cleansing had begun.

Then I saw thousands of sinners
falling to their knees,
searching the sky as in a trance,
wailing in song about a second chance.

When I awoke, I stepped to my window.
Crows scattered from the trees.
Their eerie call oppressed my mind,
the haunting, hunted kind.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Even though there is rhyme, I'm gonna note this as free style since the rhythm is a bit abstract. Not a real dream, but weighty thoughts as of late. Not sure what it means, actually. Thank you for reading. L

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Wow

This was eerie yet powerful. I felt like the child was trying to show you something but having you follow without speaking. Like he was showing you the ugly in the world and perhaps a touch of karma with the rain coming to cleanse them. The outstretched arms made me shiver. I could see this ghost child reaching out to be held, comforted. Perhaps a lost soul who needs some reassurance and love. This is just my take. I like the form and use of language. Another story well told. Great job.

Hello, Carrie,

I love your interpretation, as I truly did not know what it meant to me. One of those poems that just poured out. But your thoughts have helped me sort through it a bit. I believe you are spot on. Thanks so much for your insight and help!
Lx