Afterimages

I wake up with a gasp, it was a bad dream, already forgotten. I drink a glass of water and walk to the terrace. The night is getting old. 

Winds hold the spicy sweet perfume of the yellow-cestrum, blooming in my garden. It’s cold outside but it’s also refreshing. 

The Moon’s at full tonight, I remember some fragments of the nightmare–my late grandmother cursing, me bleeding and someone yelling, “it’s time to wake up”–that’s when I woke up. 

Afterimages 
Zip through mind like a slideshow
Snow moon stares at me

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2024 All Rights Reserved

The Snow Moon is the Full Moon in February. All twelve full moons have names, you may read them here

Posted over at dverse: Haibun Monday

Dead Inside

Look on the bright side, suicide 
Jumping off a bridge, plumbless dive.
On meds it's hard to write
They make me so lazy and tired.
For quiescent moments, I strive
But they almost never arrive.
From outside, I look alive
But I feel dead inside.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2024 All Rights Reserved

Written for dverse Tuesday Poetics: Happy Birthday, Kurt

Melissa is hosting and sharing information about the late singer, song-writer, Kurt Cobain. She asks us to consider several of his songs and use one or more lines from them, within a poem we post today. 

Look on the bright side, suicide
Lost eyesight, I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron, I'm not sleeping
“Milk It” / Songwriters: Tommy Henriksen, Jaden Michaels, Jolene Bell

Setting Sail

I imagine myself on a little boat 
adrift in the leaden sea
I don’t know how I got so lost.

From far, far away
I hear the call
of a ship.

I set sail
in a new direction
I try for one last time.

44 words

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2024 All Rights Reserved

Written for dverse, Quadrille Monday and Tuesday Poetics

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