Driving along in a dream
writing poetry in my head,
I come to with a start
in a strange landscape.
Where am I?
Did I turn off when I should?
Last time I came here,
someone else drove
and I don’t remember the way.
Where am I?
It all looks so different,
the road bends the wrong way -
I’ve not been here before
and I’m panicking.
Where am I?
I can’t find the car in the car park.
I can’t even find the car park.
The road goes uphill
when I think it goes down.
Where am I?
This nightmare recurs every once in a while,
wakes me in a cold sweat,
gives me the shakes -
a symptom of my Mazeophobia -
Where am I?
Google found the photo for me, and I got lost trying to find someone to credit. http://poeticbloomings.com/2012/03/04/nothing-to-fear-but-fear-itself-prompt-45/
That is scary!
Viv, this is a great one, so easy to relate to for anyone who’s ever daydreamed behind the wheel, or just walking down the street. Nice rhythm, too.
The photo looks like the California desert…where I am right now!
I can relate to this, Viv, only in my case, it’s not a dream! I once drove home from Nanaimo and couldnt remember passing the very large lake that runs alongside the highway – came to in the forest and wondered: where was the lake? Yikes.
Viv! I can so relate to this!
The repeating refrain adds to the frantic feel of this. Nicely done.
Oh my! My fear has a name! I can relate to this one, Viv. Well expressed!
Mazeophobia. That’s a new one on me. I had to look it up.
So did I
But it is a real fear of mine, despite not having known its name.
Poor Viv! xx