Jonel Abellanosa
Lucid Dream
First flight of stairs.
I move
in colors, know
I’m dreaming, edges
sharp as knives. I see
my rubber shoes as I climb.
Weightless lift a simile. I’ve been
climbing this staircase,
tying shoelaces
on the quarter landing.
Second flight of stairs.
I smell rust,
door upstairs a volta.
I hear living iambs,
pentameters of slippers
on plywood, porcelain
clinks, spoons and forks.
My heart delights in glass.
Remembering
conversations
a waking goal
Dimension
Trees
in the vista,
tunnel perspective
in parallel lines
perpendicular
to my desire.
Sounds of
pebbles
and water
stream.
Horizon for the nonlinear dream.
Versions of what I see
like starlings
in murmuration -
joy geometries
blue and audible.
Spiral to eye,
flame-blue
a split personality
a particle a wave
echo sky
meeting land,
sideways.
Cliff
deep as my mind.
Abyss below gazing back at me,
my body heavy.
Heave,
not my fault
*“Heave” is also a sideways displacement in a “fault” (geology).
Jonel Abellanosa: "I live in Cebu City, the Philippines. My poetry and fiction have appeared in hundreds of literary journals and anthologies, including Windhover, The Lyric, Star*Line, Poetry Kanto, Marsh Hawk Review, That Literary Review, Loch Raven Review and The Anglican Theological Review. My poetry collections include Meditations (Alien Buddha Press), Songs from My Mind’s Tree and Multiverse (Clare Songbirds Publishing House), 50 Acrostic Poems, (Cyberwit, India), In the Donald’s Time (Poetic Justice Books and Art), and my speculative poetry collection, Pan’s Saxophone (Weasel Press)."
