Lost Dream
poem by Joan McNerney
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I am driving up a hill
without name on an unnumbered highway. This road transforms into a snake winding around coiled on hair pin turns. At bottom of the incline lies a dark village strangely hushed with secrets. How black it is. How difficult to find that dream street which I must discover. Exactly what I will explore is unsure. Where I will find it is unknown. All is in question. I continue to haunt gloomy streets in this dream town crossing dim intersections. Everything has become a maze where one line leads to another dead ends become beginnings. Deciding to abandon my search, I return for my automobile…nowhere to be found hidden in shadows. Finally I look up at the moon’s yellow eye…my lips forming prayers to a disinterested god. |
About the writer
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Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary zines such as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon Days and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review anthologies. She has been nominated four times for Best of the Net.
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