At the moment I felt pain
You walked past my way
In the briefest of time
Your eyes met with mine
And I felt then, that you
Took the pain away
Last night in my dreams
You comforted me again
https://occupydailyprompt.wordpress.com/2015/04/02/poets-shmoets-the-prompt/
I fell into a dream
And when I awoke
The world was different
From before
The feeling in my chest rises up
I awaken out of my slumber with the
Realization that it was all a dream
And everything is just vapor
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/just-a-dream/
I’m fleeing, need to escape
Further and further away
Until I see in front of me
Three doors – A, B and C
I look left and right
And then proceed straight ahead
Very cautiously
To see beyond the Door of B
Trees of peace, so lush and green
Air so fresh, very real to me
My nightmare is passed and
I am surrounded by a
Glorious Field of Dreams
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All or Nothing?.”
Wanting everything could be our peril
Chasing all our hearts desire
Could leave us with losing all
Wanting nothing is just as bad
No desire to chase our dreams
Could leave us with dreaming none
So perhaps what we could do
Is dream our dreams, then build a vision
And takes the steps to make it happen
Be inspired
This morning when I went to sleep
Past midnight once again
I had a dream so real for me
Coming back so vividly
Allow me to type
So I can capture my dream
Before it vaporizes
And is taken from me
I dreamt of my mother
How she entered my room
She was on a bicycle
Geared up and ready to go
(All those weekly photo challenges
Of wheels and bicycles converging –
Gate crashing my dream)
First time my mother on a bicycle I’ve seen
Knock at the door
And friends waiting to go
Spend some time with my mother
And have themselves a day of fun
I was an onlooker at this little game
My mother acting strangely
Not like my mother would at all
She leaned over to give me a hug
I turned myself away, I’m sorry
No hugs coming your way
Give me back my mother, not one acting so strange
Tell me, where is my mother?
Where has she gone?
What happens when your dreams come to pass? What happens when you dream a dream, and it comes true? What happens when there are no dreams to take its place? What happens with the void that is left in one’s heart, and one’s soul? What happens then?
Blowing bubbles in the wind. Being released into the world. Floating higher. Vulnerable. Fragile. Precious. Which ones will survive? Will any survive? Will they all be crushed? Remnants of thoughts and desires. The dreams are dreamt, and they become real.
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