Ghosts sleep
behind this window glass,
their memories confused
by labyrinths of iron
and caresses
of prospective buyers.
Their spines and cheeks
leave no impression
but I see them,
layered deep in time,
all who slept and dreamed and loved
on this Baroque and dislocated bed
embraced in the arms of Morpheus.
The antique sign says
“Dreams for Sale.”
Outside looking in
I am inside looking out.
My face reflects
on haunted pillows.
I pause,
whisper
“You are loved”
and walk on.
Photo and Poem by clinock.
Photo: Bed in store window. Main Street, Vancouver, Canada.
Excellent combination of photo and pose again…..I’ll buy some dreams thank you…….
For you my friend all dreams are free…
great poem very cool photo. “ghosts sleeping,” “labyrinths of iron” and “dreams for sale” are great phrases.
muito obrigado!
Lovely photo and poem 🙂 Some beds just ask for nice dreams, others are haunted…
Oh, I’m so glad you looked in, John!
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“labyrinths of iron”
It’s true Sharyn – I’m happy you didn’t follow that with a question mark…
Thank you Marina – I’m a dedicated window watcher, also an avid window washer when I can’t see through the pane…
Thanks Ina – I think you’re right but I’ll have to sleep on it…
Same to you Sir…
Terry – you’re a gentleman and a scholar – many thanks…
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Such a striking phrase, John — I just wanted to highlight it.
thank you Sharyn
A really imaginative and interesting photograph which compliments your equally captivating poem. Great work as usual, John!
I am honoured and inspired by your words Cheryl- thank you…
Ya can’t buy dreams, the once in framework of hopes, goals and wishes. You gotta manufacture them yourself. .
this is a man, a jesus lookalike..
Completely agree Carl – this was a sign in the store and seemed to fit so I used it…
this is another mysterious window – for which I thank you Mari…
Beautifully captured mood, John – the patterns of dreams it allows us to see if only we find time to stop and to look closely…
your close looking is always my reward and the video is a perfect touch – thank you Ese…