Linda Studley

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13 Sep 2012

The Dream

I had a dream last night
of walking down a familiar street yet
the houses were old and gray
and I was young.
The air was cool and unbreathed and
seethed with ideas unthought,
dreams only starting to prickle the edge
of consciousness.

I had a dream last night
of a familiar place in an unfamiliar time.
Night fell like a silent blanket and no light shone
but the ghosts of candles
lighting the path for late wayfarers,
and the liquid glow of starlight and moonlight
playing on edges and dabbling ponds.

I had a dream last night,
then I awoke to the song of the wild goose calling
goodbye.

 

#264

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18 Jun 2012
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Sprouts

Each problem carries the seeds of its own resolution
camouflaged by preconception and a general lack of faith.
They germinate overnight, tentative sprouts of ‘what if’
and ‘maybe’ reaching out to the first light every morning.

Sometimes they live through
cold water poured on them, or their
roots being pulled up to see how they grow,
but transplantation is iffy, only a few
have been known to survive the grafting of
guarantees and fail-safes onto their fragile stems, and
genetic modification begets nightmares.

Such a simple thing; a sprout.
Next time one appears I will just put my hands
in my pockets and watch it grow.

 

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