Rabbit Morning, poem about nightmares


Sometimes my dreams are so real
That when I’ve woken
I am still terrified.
The cold linoleum rises to meet the pads of my feet.
The breeze breathes on my bare back.
It is only morning.
I’ve just woken,
Naked in the bluster
In the remnant tangles of nightmares and sheets.
I know my soul has lived a thousand times before,
But my body is brand new.
Somehow I know the rigors of old age.
I feel the phantom pangs of aching joints,
But these bones have never known them.
I see the shadows of the men I’ve loved
Dance across the walls.

When I look back
At the end of my life
I’m sure I won’t be able to tell the difference
Between my dreams and reality.



photograph by Ryan McGuire

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Noelle Currie

I have been writing short fiction and poetry for ten years. I recently completed the second of two novels that are currently unpublished. I was the winner of The Book Doctor’s Pitchapalooza in 2013 and recipient of the Gold Medal in poetry in the Tunxis Academic and Art Challenge in 2009. I submit poetry and short fiction pieces to the creative writing website weekly. I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 2013 with a degree in vocal performance. My second love is singing opera.

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