Every Night the Dream Comes Clearer

The images here came from a dream I had one night. I never understood the meaning of the dreams, so in the poem, I gave it an ending with the first meaning that came to mind.

Every Night the Dream Comes Clearer

At the abdomen of the mountain

in a clear cellophane blue lake

delicate carved statues stand

fixed in mid-ascent. 




Their weathered eyes begging

the sky for drought

                      or rain.


will deliver the necessary


To drown would be the end.

In drought would be dry ground.





Poem and artwork (C) 2021 Ann Kestner. Poem previously appeared in Strange Words She Heard: A Collections of Poems published 2009 under the pseudonym Isabel Kestner.