Isolation (a haiku)

ISOLATION

Read 'til I'm sleepy,

nap 'til I'm not. The violet

keeps silent vigil.

C.G. Wagner

April 7, 2020

Haiku: Season's End

Barker's voice grows hoarse,

carnival rides shake and sieze.

Help Wanted: Grown Ups.

March (haiku)

March

 Fog shimmers agog
reveals baby blues and pinks
swaddling morning's birth

Haiku: The dimmer switch

Panic attacking 

short term memory archive 

and I forgot to

For Tom

Message on old phone:

she hoped he got home OK.

Nightmare redialed.

Remembering my joy

Edward Duke

June 17, 1953 - January 8, 1994

Slow tap-dance, quick change,

a heart full of joy.

His limited engagement.

Haiku: untitled (dream sequence 2)

Goodbye dreams, fakers,
glad to see the back of your
Mickey Mouse ear world.

Haiku: Morning

Morning

Memories and dreams

evaporate, making way

as new moments wake.

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Annotation: This is slightly revised from the version I posted on Facebook yesterday, but it still doesn't quite satisfy. Due to an unexplained shift in my REM cycle, I've been dreaming closer to when I'm supposed to wake up, so the images are lasting longer. The music and news from the radio alarm mix themselves into a dream-soundtrack, and I remember my dream images of crashing planes and refugees.

The thing about dreams and memories is that they play on the same psychic field. Am I remembering that correctly, or did I dream it? As I've gotten older, I'm finding it harder to remember my dreams. I'm finding it harder to remember my memories. I'm sad when I forget the song I composed and sang in a dream, but I'm sadder when I forget experiences that really happened. 

The time between both dreams and experiences and their evaporation is getting shorter with the amount of time ahead for new ones to wake.

love, hosaa

remembering dreams, at least temporarily.

Garden art, Strathmore Mansion (Bethesda). Credit: C. G. Wagner

Haiku: "Shower America"

 

Egyptian cotton

transported through Chinese hands:

my worldly washcloth.

C. G. Wagner, 2013