That Dream Again, A Speculative Poem

Again the dream,

Always the same,

Deserted church,

Handful of graves,

Sun looks bleak,

The wasteland vast,

Is this the future?

Or some place past?

When I awake,

Drenched in sweat,

As deep within,

Some meaning holds,

I wonder how,

And often when,

Will be revealed,

What this portends.


Written for Carol J. Forester’s October Speculative Fiction photo prompt.

Went with a less formal free form style with light rhyming instead of my usual. It just seemed ‘right’ this time.

Desolate Church image by DarkWorkX @ pixabay

Have a great day and thanks for stopping by!

Jim Sponseller – – 2019

Published by Jim Sponseller

Family man, father, programmer, and artist. I work with digital art, photographs, author poems and fiction, and also work in artistic metal smithing. You can find poems, photos, and digital art samplings at Thank you for your support! If you like my offerings and would like to donate, please buy me a coffee:

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