Alison Mary Dunn Poems

If I move from this place then the rhyme will be lost
like the dreams when you move from the bed. All the lessons
we’ve learned between slumber and light are the truths, never making
the pages of knowing.
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No I don’t want to turn back the hands of the clock
I don’t wish to be younger than this
I just want to be me, as I am here and now
To enjoy the enjoyable kiss
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The meadow draws in deep
Taking me back with its inhale
I walk as if in sleep
And find me at the water’s edge
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Here in myself I find me lost
As I fragment inside the core
These tiny scatterings of shell
Are spilling out onto the floor
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Here behind these eyes
Lies a labyrinth of thought
Rows upon rows of mind
Dream wistfully away
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We clasp our hands
to close the gap in our divide
To feel the Negative of
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He stands out from the crowd
This deep poetic being
So dignified in his madness
On a higher plane of feeling
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I wish I had a sound bite in my head
Extrapolating all my thoughts unsaid
A true form of myself
The soul of me
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Can’t make the dreaming stop
It spells the truth out right
For in the cold of night
I wish your shadow to return
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Eyes dilate at the first abstraction
Dreaming their way through a void of suns

Portals appear in the mind’s expansion
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