a dream killed me (POEM)

a dream killed me
frame by frame

echoes bound me
name by name

kismet warned me
claim by claim

this love scorched me
flame by flame

though you killed me
I’m to blame.

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EXPLANATION.

Hold your horses, my dear readers. I promise that I am not brokenhearted or pining after a chico (for those of you who don’t know, chico is “boy” in Spanish, and I say it way too much when referring to males). Nope, I’m quite happy, and this poem was borne out of a humid midnight at home.

Though I am an emotional soul, I challenged myself to write this poem despite the fact that I have no idea where it came from or what it is really about. When I read it for the first time, it sounded like a bad break-up song. While this poem can be analyzed through that lens, I think there a billion other things that can relate to that killer dream. For me personally it could refer to my writing career. I went to school in order to pursue a creative writing degree that did not fulfill me, and I am the only one who holds the blame in that regard.

But I don’t think it’s about writing, and I’m quite certain it is not about a chico. Therefore, this poem can be left to your interpretation. And I really want to know what you think, and… Maybe there is something here for you too. Maybe you have a dream that has killed you, and you know that you’re the only person to blame.

Anyway, I thought this beautiful May day would be perfect for a little snap of poetry. As always thank you so much for reading!

Until next time,

-K.

A sunset drive through nowhere (Goodland, Kansas // April 2019)