Dreaming Like This

This week's poem, as always, with a touch of Aphantasia.

Even with a dark mind’s eye, dreams are not diminished. Aphantasia seems to be more about retrieval than it is about generation of images. Quite weird.

When I dream
I will walk amongst trees.  
on hillsides of live oak
or stroll a busy square
my eyes watch, shifting
as I twitch


When I wake, the vision
I saw awakens its self
and wanders off
to begin its first day
elsewhere, far 
away from the dark

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Thank you for reading this. Another?

My initial post has more about Aphantasia. Have a look, and the poems might make a different kind of sense.

Glimpses at the Dark

And please share this with any aphants you might have in your life. I am highly curious to know if any of this resonates with others whose mind’s eyes are dark.

—Alex