Tag: dream

Secret Garden

This piece of writing is in response to Denise’s six sentence story prompt word – Dream.

I want to ride a cloud to your bedside
and make it into a silky soft pillow
for your overthinking head to rest on.
I want to sing love songs into your dream
of thousands of sunflowers in Tuscany.

In response, you flicker your sickle moon lashes,
mumbling an affectionate language only we know.
Even the nightingale stops singing and listen.
Touch-me-nots open without shame
waiting to hear the interpretation.
The secret garden comes alive.

Simple But Impossible

In my dream

We grow old together

You bring me a cup of tea with trembling hands

I ask you to go for a walk with me

And you still say no

Dream

Last night
I dreamed of sex

It had
An aftertaste of ocean and watermelon
A smell of ambergris and bookshelves
A sound of crashing waves and paging books
Heat and moisture stayed on my skin

I think
I must have made love to poetry

***This poem is inspired by Bree’s poetry book “All Our Secrets”.

Pomegranate Ring

I dreamt of the pomegranate ring
garnet seeds matted in bronze husk
passion blood dripping off a skull
full of ruby stars in a velvet sky

I whispered your long lost name
to the bottom of the ebony lake
distant sighs echoed in my head
crushed crimson pervaded my vision

Lost and Found

Last night you swam freely in the ocean
Rode alongside the dolphins
Unafraid of the jelly fish
I wanted to join you to venture into the deep
My body was reality bound
A child longed for freedom through the aquarium glass

This morning I strolled along the beach
Looked for the remnant of the past
No sign of dolphains, nor jelly fish
Only a sail boat on the edge of the horizon
I wondered if you caught my message bottle

The Bubble Wonderland

I dreamed of a gathering of Artists
I saw Keats, Monet, Lewis, Dickinson…

I heard John read poetry in a silky tone
Claude’s Clos Normand appeared before me
His obsession was a pure visual feast
I fought through the illusionary perception
to find my way to Clive’s wardrobe
I threw myself to crack open the path of truth
only to meet the coldest deceiving heart
Then, I heard Emily crying out
” Don’t shut the door…”

A Woman Can Dream

I don’t want to be awake
from a field of yearning tulips
under the indigo violet sky

I want to stay dreaming of
a future of you and me
in earnest paint brush strokes
and
waterfalls of poetry

 

Dreamscape

After a solid work day,
I let down the rolled up sleeves
where no bit of poetry is stored.

There was nothing comes to mind.
I opened a bottle of Merlot,
put my feet up with a glass of wine.

Drowse hit me and sent me to slumber.
Vivid dreams filled the landscape of trance.
Faces came into focus from outer space.
Smiles resembles lost lives.
Music played by vegetation saturated in rain.
Air tasted like white figs.
Water ran like marble stress balls in my hand.

When I woke up,
darkness showed her calm face through the window.
My wine sat by the bedside table,
came to live in dark blue on vine.
Was the wine enchanted or I?

Daisies

in my dream
the sky is clear blue
all the clouds fell
and became petals
the golden sun
split it’s rays
into pistils
a field of daisies
dancing like the chime
made of sea shells
swaying like the waves
in my dream
I drowned
in a sea
of daisies