Precognitive Recurring Dream Poem by Marianne Reninger

Very interesting dream and poem. My poem for the e-book is simply titled Refugee. Your approach to meld the dream and reality is very provocative.

This is indeed a chilling piece, moving along with the dread and grim pace of the forced march. We are drawn in and share the waning of hope attendant to each heavy step. Thank you for sharing this piece with us, good poet. :)

Excellent poetical scenography of conditions in extremes.

Excellent poem. Excellent imagery - so filled with somber mystery, shadowed with fear, read with dread. Your words were simple yet, strung together, were a complexity straight out of a harrowing period of time. Your closing, quite properly, does no closing because these hate-fueled actions continue through every period of history. Mankind just doesn't live up to its name- it is NOT kind to man. We gnaw off our own hands and feet.. Thank you for sharing this incredible writing- it certainly deserves to be published for more people to read.

I can't believe I hadn't seen this yet. Very powerful foreboding imagery and a great metaphor for the refugee experience overall. I've had those kinds of feelings in the woods, though not with a herd. Only when I am alone. I grew up hiking in the woods and playing in them all the time. Your childhood memory is chilling to me. This is a well done poem Marianne. Thanks for sharing and for your author's note.

I sometimes get scared in the woods, thinking I'm being followed by a bear. Your dream sounds terrifying, but at least you're not alone. There must be a small measure of comfort in that. An endless forced-march is exactly the type of thing nightmares are made out of- -I can imagine you feel the weariness in your legs as you dream... Terrific poem.