Dream Logic

Production on my new feature film has been completed! I’ll write about the experience in a new Filmmaker’s Journal entry next week. Meanwhile, here’s a meditation on something infinitely more important, no matter how passionate I may be about my current project. Have a wonderful weekend–and an even better eternity–dear friends.

Mitch Teemley


I dreamed I’d flown to London.

I was about to call my wife to tell her,

“Honey, we’ve landed safely,”

when the alarm went off.

My first thought was,

I’ll leave her a message,

but there was no time.

So I said as I opened my eyes,

“Darling, I’m in London.”

When you’re stuck between Death and Life,

the up-is-down logic of Neverwas

makes preposterous sense.

We live in a middling place, you and I,

in the land of Neverwas,

the land between Death and Life.

Believing in Evermore

(even if we say we don’t),

yet living as though Neverwas was Evermore.

Planning our present while we drop,

ignoring the Ocean

in which we’re about to plop.

Neverwas is crowded and cruel,

speckled with motes of Beauty.

But we resolutely believe

the motes are all there is.

And so we fight to own them,

to control them,

even as they…

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About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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4 Responses to Dream Logic

  1. gpavants says:

    Dear Mitch,

    Love the poetry and the concept of life, death, time, and eternity. Great description and emotion.

    Thank you,


    Liked by 1 person

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