I saw a cowboy in my dream last night,
robust, well postured with a snarl on his face
who hid his identity behind his hat for the most part,
but looked at me again and again sideways,
appraising me, calculating his notions about me,
and then he started to walk, step by step,
the voice of the crumbling mountain,
just before me he stood and punched me in the gut,
oh ah ah ah…. aha… ah… another punch and yet another,
until I lay lying on the ground clutching my tender stomach,
and the next sound I heard was that of a gun shot,
and I froze, as if the bullet would come piercing,
through my skin and muscles and tendons and attack the bone,
and may be create a gaping binocular hole,
finding its way back to the desert sun,
but I never felt anything, not pain, not numbness,
I made myself get up and saw blood spilled at a distance,
before my very eyes, I saw a stream of crimson flowing blood,
and the cowboy with his gun vertical breathing smoke,
he stifled a laugh as I touched his shoulder,
he was nothing but a hologram,
I flinched away from the distorted image,
and made my eyes gaze back worriedly at the fluid,
to find there was nothing at all there,
and just then, heard a voice up above me,
everything transformed, blue sky turned to lilac,
and the sun was no longer there but I saw three suns,
I shot up above with my revolver without any thought,
(where did I get the revolver? why did I shoot, what had happened?),
dream broke up like a dam and there was a tide of desert sand,
I pulled my shirt up to cover my eyes,
and crouched there to keep stable,
I never woke up for I knew it was something happening really,
but then it was way too fantastical,
soon the storm did pass and I looked up,
at the act that was performed before me,
that I was a significant part of,
hiding my identity behind my hat,
I stood robust, well postured,
a snarl was persistent on my face,
what I saw was a boy in tatters,
standing a few feet ahead looking at me strangely,
something urged me to walk towards him,
I did, appraising him, calculating my notions about him,
my hand rose up on its own accord as I stood before him,
and then a punch, another one, ah… uh… oho…,
punched him in the gut again and yet again,
he fell down in pain and I shot a bullet blindly,
clouds had distorted my vision,
another shift, another transformation,
I had become the cowboy
and nothing happened next,
there was light and I tumbled through it,
out of the world that seemed so real to me,
and I found myself rubbing my eyes,
saying only a single thing-
‘I am the cowboy:
I was always the cowboy
of the ranch of my life,
of my sight, my mind’
* I barely know anything about cowboys. I have never been interested in the movies or books based on them. The little I know is because of the snippets of information I got from here and there. I have created an image of cowboy, molding the idea into something I could easily relate with or write about and most of all, create through my imagination. I guess it could be used as a cowboy poem around the bonfire (I am kidding). I am submitting the link for dVerse Poetics. dVerse Poets Pub is a wonderful community of poets from all around the world who come forth to share their creations for the various prompts related to poetic forms and styles posted throughout the week.
18 thoughts on “Cowboy Dream”
This poem took me on quite a journey of the mind hither and yon through a vivid dream.
oh dang…how haunting the loop around in this to you being the cowboy and punching yourself…what a vivid dream and there is def some symbolism in that…cool, unique take on this…really like those closing lines as well…and so glad to see you writing…smiles.
thank you very much… most of all for your kind support. 🙂
oh heck….this is a scary transformation…reminds me a bit of a kafka piece..
O what a haunting dream and that is certainly well described how they can be.. wonder what Freud would say….
That’s some dream!
Amazing writing of a dream self…haunting and vivid. Lots of introspection which I love. My favorite line: the voice of the crumbling mountain. Well done!
So hypothetically, in the real world Cowboy…what are you going to do with your newfound self?
Go horse-riding. I have never been in close proximity to a horse. Though I have taken a minute’s ride on yak. How much different it would be! 🙂
Very imaginative dream, the cowboy turning to be you ~
Love this – this is a great perspective on the cowboy poetry prompt. Great drama here, and I love the transformation of characters. Well done! Thanks for joining us.
Goodness, you turned yourself inside out here. That is quite a tour de force and it takes some writing to get that across.
Cool twist…love “the ranch of my life”.
This was an amazing poem! The Introspection was chilling as well as transcendental. Your voice in this piece was wonderful
i like the surreal aspect of finding a revolver in your hand, and not knowing why you shot it.
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Dreams can bring one to all levels. Great description of a cowboy and his various takes. Very vivid in details. Nicely HA!
You really capture the dream like quality with the way things jump and switch around.
HA a vivid dream & write and some of the lines chosen I loved…the voice of the crumbling mountain..being one. Well done.