Category Archives: Dreaming

Dream Aloft

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The dream I had last night
My brain in rote memory
Reminding my resting heart
In its dormant state to
Awake into a belief of the
Possibility of a wish that can
Be to me more than thought
Like the blown silky soft
Dandelion weed we easily
Pluck from its waiting,

Lips almost kissing,
Hushed whistle, eyes pinched
In hope’s concentrated effort;
Giving these para trooping
Seeds now aloft to unknown
Destinations a blessing
Until landing in a golden
Field will soon be picked
Fingers holding stem steady
Under a smiling chin

Another Day’s Gift

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Mediocrity unstoppably thus
Sliding through this life desperate for more
Anticipating discovery that
Has not, will not come
Someday’s promise has left without farewell
Its vacancy a silent earthquaking
Destabilizing a soul’s wish for more
Than comme si comme ca
Blinking good morning to another day
Thought’s purpose anchored in last night’s dream
Belief created in spirit’s whimsy
Gives hope’s effort life

The Paper Route

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An almost forgotten employment
For my almost teenage boy
Delivering the news to doorsteps
While others slumber, sip coffee
Get ready for their day of labor
He saw the notice in a well placed
Ad stuffed into our mailbox
Available; three routes,
Twenty-five bonus just to sign-up
His round Dr. Seuss eyes,
Absorbing the countless
Possibilities of purchases
To be made with all that money
The new computer; mine
Only for me, he imagines specifically

Not wanting to squelch excitement
Conjured from a hope that he
Will make his wish into possibility
Fulfilled by his own volition
I secretly ponder the realities
In thoughts that swirl around details
He only contemplates the cash
Like a loony toon character with
Dollar signs that ring up in his eyes
The neighborhood is two miles away
I offer to drive him there
Every day, at five am, except Sunday
When the former paper boy, his dad
Performs this troublesome honor
The day thick with all those ads

After a week or so, his route memorized
Which gradually worked into a month, this child
Who cried the third day in frustration over wind
That sent him skittering to jumble
Those black inky folds neatly back together
While watching from a distance
I reminded myself this was not a something for me
To scurry towards making it all better, but
The invisible pull to save made my viewing
Heart fold in a cringe feeling his fear that
He would fail in this personal quest
To be slightly independent
These spaces of quiet morning time precious
Where every bunny rabbit still gives pause
And every paper delivered a tiny success

Just a Dream

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Begging for the presence to understand, listen to
This dream condensed into a ten minute version
Of the technicolor extravaganza I hurried back to
After visiting the bathroom, like some kind of
Commercial break where the suspended action
Resumed without pause, no missing plot, the sense
Confused by people playing roles that did not
Suit them in my real awake life where still you do
Not hear me, this story created in thoughts playing
Out in the head that lies every night looking for
Peace on the pillow marsh mellowed in a cushion
Of safety as the mind conjures a dangerous truth