i don’t know the meaning
of dreams anymore.
i raise my hands but there is no
parting of the clouds.
i tried automatic writing
once. i let the other
take over. scribbles and cries–
i don’t know. the meaning
may be buried under the ground
struggling, but ready to bloom.
or is it just the decay
of dreams? anymore,
i find that it doesn’t matter.
i don’t need to understand
how the automatic door works.
i pretend to use the force.
i raise my hands.
it obeys, and opens.
i find that there are still
surprises left to be surprised by,
and maybe one more
parting of the clouds.
——
for
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #42
MEANING | RAISE | CRY | DREAM | GROUND
Words and Feathers 
“still surprises left to be surprised by”–yes, the best part of it. (K)
It’s what we have left, right?
yes
nice
Thank you!
Wonderful write, I really loved the style and the repeating yet twisted motives.
Thank you very much!
I think that dreams are our inner child kicking up the piles of leaves that are our ordered thoughts.
God, I hope not. If that’s true my inner child is messed up. Or maybe my ordered thoughts aren’t all that orderly.