In The Night of My Revelation

[tomoffing]

This is powerful. Beautifully constructed contiguous images and ideas.

"twisted into truth that bled like wine
into the mouths of captive generations,"
Brilliant.

couple of pedantic thoughts below, but can easily stand as it is I think.

Experimenting with 'writing from the heart'' - a kind of stream of consciousness.

Go for it, folks.

Donna

In The Night Of My Revelation

In the night of my revelation, you can lose this, the title is sufficient
I dreamed I held a crystal ball,
and all the gypsies in the world
flowed like a river to my door,
and more than I could number
of prophets and oracles, vendors
of miracles, makers of a mythology
twisted into truth that bled like wine
into the mouths of captive generations,
choked them with bread, expanding
to fill the space that needs
no nourishment but
the manna of heart and mind.

I awoke troubled; but the moon,
reaching through the shutter,
pinned my shoulder to the bed,
And I fell again into a fevered slumber. no capital

In the dream, I saw angels, have we returned to the same dream or transitioned to somewhere new? This is the only point where a touch of clarity might help
disenfranchised, tumble like tears
down the face of the moon,
silent as death, and bleak
as a baby's last breath.

My pillow was wet when I awoke,
but slivers of radiance pierced the floor,
And I stumbled outdoors, no capital
where the sun hung ripe as a lemon,
and rose petals littered the moist grass.

I scooped up a handful, flung them into the air,
Then joyful, watched them flutter no capital
Inside the ball of glass. no capital

© Donna Devine