Walking a city afternoon I made this photo through the window of an antique store.
I continued to gaze, fascinated by my reflection superimposed on the bed. It was as if I was laying down and drifting with the ghosts of all who had ever slept, dreamed, loved, laughed and cried, been born and died there, tangled in baroque light.
I was moved to free us from all this sleeping around.
Above, but out of the frame, was a sign in antiquarian lettering.
It said ‘Dreams For Sale’.
ghosts cannot rest
in this dislocated bed
perplexed by labyrinths of iron
and the endless touch of the living
their spines and cheeks
never crease the haunted sheets and pillows
outside looking in I’m inside looking out
whispering to the reflected dead
you are loved and you are loved
and you are free
Walk on
Photo and Poem by clinock.
Are you sure you did not just “dream” this John for as the Great Will said…..“Life is but a dream, within a dream.”
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At first I thought you had invented a new (and way better) name for God: “The Great Will”…the quote is like something She would say. Then I realized twas the Bard himself you referred unto…
And no, my friend, I am not sure I didn’t dream it
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Love the Even Greater Will John…..She would be pleased! 🙂
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Haunted sheets and pillows…ooh, my!
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That’s the spirit Jo Nell !
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“Whispering to the reflected dead” beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you very much Cheryl…
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