My Baby Dreams of Monet’s The Beach at Pourville, Every Time He Falls Asleep

 

for Gannon, critically ill

 

It's quite unnerving when the vague

Blurred summer clouds

Spill to the floor,

 

And bright blooms

Bow their unclear heads, as

They line a sickly door:

 

Sky and sand tumbles from the

Blankets, as

He turns in his sleep -

 

And he wakes to tell me that

The water shimmers, there,

But, for now, he comes back home to

 

Me.

 

 

 

Rhonda C. Poynter’s poetry, essays and other writings have been accepted through Frontiers, Sulphur River Literary Review, New Delta Review, Diner, The Wascana Review and other magazines and journals. She also freelances for newspapers such as The Oakland Tribune, and has just completed a sixty poem collection, Ghost Sickness. Ms. Poynter is also an activist and advocate for awareness of Juvenile Huntington's Disease and Juvenile MS.