dreams I dreamed
by Mark A. Fisher
I am still waiting
for a future I’ll never know
like the ghost of this house
lingering with unfinished business
I am still waiting
for a past that fades
like the sepia-toned photos
of people without any names
I am still waiting
in a now that hurts
like a sunburnt back
always peeling away in layers
I am still waiting
to be remembered
like the words on a page
in a universe doomed to forget
the wishes of a child
of blown out candles
like the dreams I dreamed
all this time I’m still waiting
PAINTING: The Birthday Cake by Le Pho (1975).
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: When I started this poem, the tenses just seemed to come naturally, since “waiting” implied a tense, as did “still.” The other stanzas mirrored back at me, and so the last stanza became a mirror too.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright living in Tehachapi, California. His poetry has appeared in Angel City Review, A Sharp Piece of Awesome, Altadena Poetry Review, Penumbra, Young Ravens, and many other places. His first chapbook, drifter, is available from Amazon. His second, hour of lead, won the 2017 San Gabriel Valley Poetry Chapbook Contest. His third, rain and other fairy tales, can be downloaded here. His poem “there are fossils” came in second in the 2020 Dwarf Stars Speculative Poetry Competition.
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