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September 08, 2005

Jagged Dreams


Jagged Dreams

"and (they) said to the mountains and rocks, fall on us, and hide us from the face of Him that sitteth on the throne..."
--Revelations 6:16


He steals dreamcatchers
to harvest their nightmares.

He wrings them
with desperate fingers
into buckets of paint and blood.

He dips his brush
and paints
pictures of himself
on cracked mirrors,
broken bottles,
and shards of glass
that he franticly hides
underneath rocks
and used newspapers.

Each brushstroke
spreads him thinner
and further scatters
his shattered soul
in an useless attempt
to flee from god.

At a safe distance,
she trails behind him
with a wicked smile,
a broom,
and some glue
(force-fixing
the intentionally broken).

Note: Dreamcatchers are Native American amulets used to capture nightmares while sleeping.

3 comments:

blue rogue said...

I can feel him trembling. Eyes peering out from where he is hiding, knowing that inevitably, he will be found out.

You made Sisyphus just a tad bit luckier. Your recalcitrant persona weaves his way in an illusion of freedom, never knowing when the strings will be pulled.

I like the part about the broom and glue.

Which reminds me, after reading this, I feel like a very famous egg who needs to be put back together again.

_Soulless_ said...

He scares the crap out of me.

I like him already. ^_^

(Hmm. I'm not really sure if I'm referring to the persona in the poem, or the author. Heehee.)

On another note:
2 poems in 4 days!
You're spoiling me!
(Encore, please.
Pretty please...
*chuckles*)

cargwaps said...

it took me a while to post a comment to this one. i love reading it over and over again. the images are so vivid. the way you describe it, it's so unlike any other poet's style that i can't help myself. i just want to read it over and over!
i picture the character: scrawny and dirty. no matter how many times i read the poem, i can't see his face but the menacing and defensive aura he emits makes my hair stand on end!