The Devil’s in the Detail… #Poetry

 

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The Devil’s in the Detail

Between my fortune and dreaming

I am disappearing, sinking in quicksand

There is one dream that lets me know

I have escaped this fate.

I dream it over, trying to remember every detail

The house, her face,

the date on the calendar on the fridge,

circled in red my name inside.

The dream fades too soon, I wake,

the date two years from now my only hope.

I see myself inside the house

Pictures on the wall, my wife my children

I wake happy, knowing I have survived the quicksand

My last dream let me know

I should read the signs with greater care

Laura, my wife had left the calendar on the fridge

For sentimental reasons.

The new calendar hung under the clock

On the back wall

The date circled in red had marked my passing…

©anitadawes

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