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A Pantoum, by Marlene Cullen, first learned about pantoums from Terry Ehret
Lost
In a foreign country
People standing, walking, talking
Walk through a homeless camp
Cool green water in canal
People standing, walking, talking
Floating in a pool of clear blue water
Cool green water in canal
Exposed
Floating in a pool of clear blue water
Walk through a homeless camp
Exposed
In a foreign country
Confused
Lost in a foreign city
Red Tour bus
Lady with ginger hair
Lost in a foreign city
Smiled gently
Lady with ginger hair
Surprised in my own bed
Smiled gently
Red Tour bus
Surprised in my own bed
Confused
Ke11y
I peer into the dark wondering where I am till the pictures on the wall
take shape…then the upholstered chair, the lamp, and the rug. Jesus, I
don’t need dreams like this. I’m fighting, clenched fists, yelling
something at the top of my voice, crying blasphemies, and finally blows
are striking down at my heart. Wild, uncontrolled punches, one for every
cry of ‘no!’ I massage my eyes, and feel uneasy about lying here. I
breathe heavily; listening to the sound of my heart hammering, as if
breaking my ribs to get out. Raising my head from the pillow I gaze
out the window, seeing nothing but a crisp, velvet darkness hanging
over the tranquil, wintry, and moonless ocean. The dream’s aggression
was disturbing, frightening enough so that I cannot just lie here
waiting for the freedom of morning’s arrival.
mcullen Post author
Dear Kelly, Thank you for sharing this dream sequence. It sounds like a powerful dream. I traveled along with the narrator peering into the darkness, seeing these shapes emerge. I can picture the dream and feel the unease and frustrations. When I woke from my dream that inspired “Lost” pantoum, I was surprised I was in my own bed. . . I was so deep into the dream. It sounds the same here . . . a dream that was difficult to recover from. I especially like “a crisp, velvet darkness hanging over the tranquil, wintry, and moonless ocean.” I also like the last line. . . it illustrates the feelings of being imprisoned in the dream state. And the freedom of morning’s arrival can’t arrive soon enough. I relate to this snippet of a powerful dream.