Tag Archives: Dream

The Summer Treat

children, Humor, Poetry, Summer, , , , , , , , ,

There’s sweat above my lip
That drips upon my tongue
My hair is sticking to my skin
And everything feels undone

My mom said to turn off TV
But what else can we do
The neighbors pool is fenced and locked
They fled to look for cool

I cannot play outside for long
Without melting in this heat
Shade from our tree is taken
By Great Aunt Bernadette

She sits and waves her fan
Back and forth before her face
She gave us candy in a bag
From a very special place

The heat and the humidity
I am truly sad to say
Made one gigantic glob of it
That we had to throw away

I cannot even go barefoot
Into our box of sand
It burns between my toes
And clings where I can’t stand

Dad said that after dinner
We would visit our favorite shop
Til then I will simply have to dream
Of how great it will be to stop

And look at all those flavors
In line waiting for our treats
With all the people just like me
On ice-cream soon will feast

Dream Aloft

Dreaming, Poetry, , , , , , , , , , ,

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

Dreaming, Fear, Poetry, Self image, , , , , , , , , , ,

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

Just a Dream

Dreaming, Fear, Poetry, , , , ,

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