after the flood (edited)

[cjchaffin]

There was nowhere
left for her to turn,
right after the rains (I feel the right makes this awkward)
came and washed him away.

So she lay down
upon the softened meadow,
lost in a stream
of consciousness. (these stream lines are confusing with images of a meadow)

She tucked herself in
between the sheets of Ulysses (sheets of Ulysses?) Ulysses is in italics. it is the title of a James Joyce novel and the source of the stream of consciousness reference 
and dreamt with both eyes open,
munching lotus fruit and flowers (now I thought she was sleeping) 
as the river widened its mouth. (this is nice, though)

Overall, I applaud the mental gymnastics it takes to read this poem, but it lacks in the imagery department. Also, some lines seem to contradict, which is never pleasing to read.

thanks lord. i'm working on cleaning up some of the line breaks, hopefully that will clear the imagery issues up.