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

By day, a programmer of computers, by night a masked crusader on the front for justice! errr....erm, no. I do create art and writing for everyones enjoyment at

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