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The Trees: Nightmare Poem Re-edited Version

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The Trees: Nightmare Poem Re-edited Version

I use to dream that trees came to life to kill me I don’t know why When I was five I had these dreams almost every night among other such nightmares Yet these nightmares were different I never had recurring nightmares, but recurring characters instead Such were the trees When I was five, my family lived in a small suburb Across the street were row upon rows of pine trees Big, massive ones you couldn’t reach your hands around their trunks So tall you had to lean your head back to see the tops They stood among the houses across the street like an ever-approaching army Yet they were perfectly still except on windy days They loomed over us like an ever-present reminder of those nightmares I can’t remember which came first, but in my nightmares, it was always pine trees that would come to life They blend in with all the other trees They would hide, not in a forest, but small groups of trees Sometimes more than one came to life To a child they were scary, but to an adult, I think back

The Crossroad

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The Crossroad

There is a four-way intersection that lingers within my faded memories, bearing an overwhelming nostalgia, when I find myself lost in reveries; It floods with traffic under midday’s light, where a pet-shop resides down the west way, covered in brick filled windows muffling the panicked chirps, yaps, squeaks and cries of dismay; It floods with traffic under evening’s dark, outside a French restaurant where a child is surrounded by adults eating cheese and grapes for a dessert so strange and mild; It floods with traffic under late night’s stars, inside a car parked along a steep slope at an off-licence, slow falling into rush hour, the hand-brake unable to cope; One car passes through under midnight’s black, roads wide and empty on the hushed ride home from a restaurant, a shop, or a place I’ve forgotten within dull shades of chrome. A poor, unreliable memory remembers torn images from the past connecting at a crossroad never met except once that was long ago surpassed.
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