Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Monday, September 22, 2014

A very short poem...

What wish a dream.
What fear seen.
Alone by day.
Visited by night.
Pain relived amended.
Life seen pretended.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Such weirdness of dreams...

If they were one time only, it might not bother me.

I keep dreaming that I took my parents to a MLB game.
They both look healthy and happy and the same age they
were when they died...Dad 69, Mom 63. Both have been gone
almost twenty-five years.
The game is in Cleveland, beautiful, sunny day.
It's all my treat because I did very little of that for them.
Asking them what they want from the concession stand, Dad
just says "aww, I don't need anything." Mom doesn't know
what's on the menu, so I take her with me and we bring back
hot dogs and sodas for all three of us. End of dream.

The next repeater is my two sisters and I are in the back seat
of a 1950s vintage car being driven by Dad. It's dark outside.
I feel like I'm about twelve years old in the dream, which would
make Carol eight years old and Ann six years old.
We are approaching a RRX-ing and see the warning lights begin
to flash and Dad is not slowing down. We are screaming.
End of dream.

We were in a bad accident in 1961 but Mom was driving.
Dad was always the one who scared us with his driving.
(Like missing an exit on an interstate, pulling into the
emergency lane and backing up to the exit. Seriously.)

Anyone out there with dream interpretation skills?
Any shrinks in the audience?

 

Saturday, January 30, 2010

featherpillowland...

dream
in dreams

in dreams
float
float

eyes
closed seeing

hushed
muffled echoes

tiny
slipping on and on
dark

dark
ice pellet stars
roll

roll, return
morning.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

VOTING UPDATE: Haiku dreams...

Once again the lovely Sparrow has come up with
an enchanting topic for this week's Haiku Challenge:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DREAMS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's time to VOTE for your favorite by 11 pm Thursday.

~~~~~

dreams disappear when
morning breaks, leaving me to
wonder what's hiding.

in dreams we see what
may not be or re-live what
once was. Is it truth?

mem'ries, hopes and fears
are mingled in the mist of
sleep. Wake me softly.

dream a little dream.
does it follow in daylight
or sleep with the moon?

Friday, March 20, 2009

other dances...

I am with you
like no one else
when sleep
comes slow and
dreams are dark.