Dreaming in Color

Daffodil walls of yellow light,
striking eyes of bloodshot morning plight,
to tear away the infamy of sallow white below,
and green grasses meld with feet
held to wiggle toes and feel it grow,
and chairs of vine and bow
attest a writhing awakening
of mornings golden perch,
upon my room now shattered like glass
and a meadow basks where it used to be,
as I search my eyes for validity.
Purple skies hang overhead,
a one globe sun at its center,
as cornice lines prop up the walls,
and pillars rising four corners tall,
touching passing clouds of lime,
subtle hues and darker linings find,
as light unlike I’ve seen before
confuses my sentient dreaming,
the mind implores some kind of reason,
as a giraffe peers through the window,
his black and white stripped neck too long,
erect to reach and seize me.
I turn and bury my head in flowers,
multi-colored petals arouse my sensibilities,
and beneath them the earth so rich
does grab my face and my skin does itch,
as orange worms wriggle in frantic array,
wordless affronts, not much to say
as in mouth and ears they crawl,
tiny legs in dozens march and fall
within my open body fate,
skin all puckered and bloodless holes await,
the intrusion of the feeders.
And sky turns dark, the sun its arc not so,
under weight of things I do not know,
begin to fall, each cloud like heavy thuds,
as land upon my room they do,
holes now seeping through another light, so bright,
as I roll around the floor,
grasses and earth and insects more
all crawling through my recesses,
and I buried alive within them,
praying this dream to end as soon as possible.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
My books link for review and purchase
- Brutal Night - March 30, 2021
- Like a Breeze Recalls - March 27, 2021
- Torrents - September 5, 2020


So many things in one dream of symbolisms. Freedom from clutter and confusion filling the mind is desired, seeking a clear path. Such a marvelous and nicely penned verse, Tony. I love it.
Pleased you enjoyed Phyllis, take care and enjoy your evening.