Lugubrious Fruit Blossom
After the conference w/ TC, I was dreaming poetry. This happened. I tried writing a lugubrious/mournful poem…about dying blossoms, but it just didn’t work. The train metaphor seems incongruous..but maybe that’s what adds to the humor?? I had to laugh out loud when I woke up with that line…as the rest of the poem slipped away. I”m looking for something to send to Bramble. Dreams are memory-like, right — fit with Jeff and Joan’s memory theme?
In my dream, I craft the perfect poem.
Words connect like little train cars,
one image couples to the next
traveling down the tracks of dreamland.
Half asleep, half awake,
my poem journeys onto a
piece of cream colored paper
with cocoa brown ink.
It is a beautiful poem.
I can’t wait to share it with you.
I must get this written down
in the real world, on real paper.
Opening my eyes, I try to catch
the words from my dream-poem.
The lines cannonball past my head.
I say them out loud to rescue the poem,
pulling vanishing words out of Neverland.
I manage to grab only the last line:
Lugubrious fruit blossom.