Dream Journal

For today’s prompt, write a dream poem.


Dream Journal

I dreamt of you again last night
it wasn’t you exactly
but I knew it was you anyway

We were walking down a road
old trees to either side
a canopy of autumn leaves
though it was spring

Then we were riding a tandem bicycle
you in front— me behind
you kept talking
but I couldn’t hear you

Then the bicycle wheels
became huge— even bigger
than the old-timey kind
we were several stories
above the city pavement
looking down a canyon
between high rises

I was afraid of losing my balance
then we were in bed spooning
you in front— me behind
I took a deep breath
to smell your shampoo

but couldn’t
your scent forgotten
your voice forgotten
even your face
I only remember
from photos

I dreamt of you again last night
it wasn’t you exactly
but I knew it was you
because you’re the only one
I dream about

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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8 Responses to Dream Journal

  1. mbrazfieldm says:

    💔 so poignantly beautiful and sad love it friend xo

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Lisa Tomey says:

    Soft, gentle, heartful. Like this.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. jupitergrant says:

    This is beautiful, and very touching and poignant.

    Liked by 1 person

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