Another dream.




Block Party

I dreamed of you

Again last night—

I’d been doing so well

Keeping my mind off you

But I can’t control my dreams

And their affects

When I wake.

There was a neighborhood party

And you were there

Partly because it was 

Partly on your property

And partly because

You’d forgotten

That you’d forgotten

That laughter is the best medicine.

I was talking to you

And you were laughing

Until you remembered to be sad

Then you were gone;

And I awoke

And I remembered

To be sad.





Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-02-26 at 14:54

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i know life can be worse than the worst dream, i don't know if life can be better than the best dream. reality can be harsh, and is. this was a harsh awakening well captured in words. or, maybe not harsh, but sad.
2016-02-27



Dreams have a mind of their own, and vivid ones in particular. It sounds like you enjoyed a happy moment of laughter with someone dear and gone.
And of course upon awakening you remembered to be sad. A very good poem.
Ashe
2016-02-26



I like the "remembering to be sad" part. Sometimes I wake up and can't remember what emotional state I had planned the night before. I need a desk calendar. But shallowness aside, it's probably best not to let go of sadness entirely. It has its own needs. But a block party is always a good idea.
2016-02-26