Dreamtime Maid

Testing the ElevenLab before committing to it. This is a free form poem I wrote for a Poetry Workshop in college. The assignment was to turn a dream into a poem. Since I do not remember dreams once I wake, I simply bullshitted the assignment using what I remembered people telling me dreams were like. A monochrome of black and grey, without color proper. Rocks replicate watery waves, shifting in rippling fashion resisting recognition. Blue bubbles boogie in whirling winds. The brilliance of nighttime city and starlight superposed alongside each other, a dazzling and unnatural array. Every star a planet, wandering about the sky with only the moon fixed. Out of the peripheral of faceless folk, she suddenly shows. Color personified: ruby-red bob, azure eyed, and crimson cheongsam. Shadow people disappeared, as transfixed thought triggered scopaesthetic sensitivity. Fair maid with a smile on a different face: Jet-complexion and green eyes like autumn waves. “Ciao” she said, before departing.