but her dream is still there,
in the air,
and cannot find its way home.
Connie's bed
is crowded with strangers,
and flashes red blue red
from the ambulance dome.
Connie's dead
but her dream is still there,
in the air,
and cannot find its way home.
_______
she's back! and she's still sadly, tragicly talented!
ReplyDeleteAnd, she's bringing the creepy and cool!
ReplyDeletePerfect song for this, and now I'll be wondering all night where our dreams go when we die.
ReplyDeleteI agree with hedgewitch. The only thing missing from this piece is a beat to rock it to...
ReplyDeleteWas just thinking that you could probably write a kick ass play like RENT!!!!
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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Every now and then, Shay, you leave me speechless, in a good way.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of those times.
Luv, K
So heart breaking and beautiful
ReplyDeleteI agree. A play. A musical. An epic poem-novel. What could you NOT do?
ReplyDeleteNothing.
Tight and potent. That's craft. Mad respect.
ReplyDeleteWell written, precise and poignant. How are you?
ReplyDeleteThose first two lines... What an amazingly poetic idea!
ReplyDelete... there must be a way for dreams to find their way home. It's good to see you, Shay.
ReplyDeleteDeep.
ReplyDeletedreams can't find their way home to the living either, sometimes.
ReplyDeleteHope you are better!
ReplyDeleteAt my house, the dream has died but the dreamer is still alive. Also sad.
ReplyDeleteFantastic write, kiddo, as always.
Turn out the lights, the party's over!
ReplyDeleteWe need to send Connie a dream catcher. It would at least store her dream until the next life.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, it's interesting to consider what happens to dreams...
Hope you are feeling better. This summer seems to dragging on a lot of people...myself included. All we've had is rain and more rain...Then again, lots of places are bone dry. It'd be nice if we could share:~)