Hey Mister Tellie Mon
Come eat your Banana
What a weird dream
What a strange song
The delema it procures
Yet it was not a dream
That song that sounds like that
The one about the Taliban I think
Then WHAM it hit
Her
The car hit her
Like from when I did dream
But how?
Was it a recuring dream?
No people don't die in my dreams
I wake up first
The cars rush around
Then its sirens
Silence.
Not silence, deadened noise
Am I deaf?
No I am not though I am needed
The police are asking for who have seen it
I raise my hand unknowing I did so
How did I dream that, before it happened?
A contest entry
- Paying it forward by MysticalRayne.
450 points, ended December 12, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well I really liked this - very creative Good luck
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thank you
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Well... I have had that experience before and it is trippy. It's what we call premonitions. My family and I have them all the time... this really was more of a story than a poem and you didn't follow directions. Maybe next time.
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