I Dream The Dream Of My Father

And so the time has come to share another poem from my wordsmith tongue

I Dream the Dream of My Father

Morning sun rises but not shining
without my coffee bean
As the sun is always dark
like the writer’s block

Though brain’s as big
as this planet
but all empty
If I can’t think, how do I feed
the growling stomach
of my dog Harry?

I stand up and reach
the window sill
so the blinds can see
But the little Sparrow
enjoying chill
his beak pecking
awakening dying
cells of
my worn-out body

The visit
of the sparrow
what does it mean?
Is it my Dad’s spirit
with his furrowed brow?
Or an omen
of my dreams malfunction?
On the other side
of mysterious afterlife
Dad never fails
to scold
Am under watch
by his cold
ashes:

      “Polish your inborn talent till it’s sharp enough
to cut any string of struggles hindering your path.
Direct your dream left and right.
aim Wealth or Fame, Why not both?”

My untamed thoughts
asked my father
Why not sends the
Powerball numbers
in my dream exclusive?
To catch the elusive
million lottery
If I win, Wealth and Fame
both can have me

Even in my sleep,
I’m sickly haunted
Stupid alarm beep
cracked my head
I told my Angels, don’t get tired
of me
I talked to my Dream and he said
“Patience dear, on my way!”

 

Ymatruz is the author of poetry book: The Coffee Cries Foul. She founded PoetsGig.com hoping to accommodate works of other poets and writers, anywhere in the world. She also writes about her blogging and migration experience on PoetsGig. Her motto: "By experience you learn. By embracing mistakes, you become a master of perfection."
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