I’ve just seen a face
It’s so singular and peculiar.
How I feel about you,
women that I have met.
In casual encounters
at a restaurant,
in the market,
pumping gas.
You are instantly forgettable to me,
and I to you.
We share barely a glance,
but in the chance lottery of some dreaming night
I flesh you back into existence, not knowing why.
I awake none the wiser,
but when we meet once more,
the dream is retrieved.
I remember your face, your movement, your quick glance.
And, most singular of all,
I know….
I fancy….
that you had your own purpose, design,
and means
to be that thing so rare.
The architect of a dream.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Wow, you really captured the beauty and power of what so many of us may dismiss as merely a chance encounter.
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Thank you. It is at times unnerving when someone gives you that knowing smile, as if they have sensed their presence in your dream.
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Yes, I have felt that. Like they somehow just know you have thought about them since the last time you saw them.
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This is sooooo good Lee! Would charm any woman
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As they have charmed me……
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😀 😀 😀
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so goood!
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