Again the dream,
Always the same,
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 – mindescapes.net – 2019
2 thoughts on “That Dream Again, A Speculative Poem”
Thanks for taking part. Wonderful poem.
It was my pleasure. Great prompt image! Thank you!