
I Dream
of light streaming like God’s white hair,
of places I’ve never been,
of wet soil and warm rocks underfoot,
of a stone rattling in a boiling pot,
of long trails and uncertain journeys,
of boundaries and geography,
that fiction is sometimes fact,
of books without plots,
of thoughts without point,
of breath and dense air and thirsty fish,
of quiet faces and summer grain,
of sounds from my childhood,
that those lost are always found,
of sisters, and parents,
of friends I’ve never met,
of inadequate dialogue in my head,
of repeating history and
of forgetting my mistakes.
Poetic form: A List Poem. Written for Twiglet #234: God’s white hair and Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Inadequate. Image is from WikiArt: Cranes from Quick Lessons in Simplified Drawing by Katsushika Hokusai, Date: 1823. Style: Ukiyo-e. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
11 responses to “I Dream …”
Fine multi-purpose response, M! Awesome list.
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Thanks so much, Ron.
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An intriguing way to compose poetry. Well done.
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I loved the flow, very smooth read.
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🙂 Cripes Misky, you dream a lot. We were never allowed to dream, we couldn’t afford it!
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We’re soft southerners. That’s all we do is dream. 😂
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🤣🤣
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I think that when one reaches a certain age – regrets need to be tossed like Dandelion puffs.
May we continue to wish for the best we can do and be.
Lovely descriptions in your words. I think you could take each line and ‘run’ with it.
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Thanks, Jules. ❤️
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Wonderful. I just started following your Twiglets site. Can’t wait to get inspired.
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Thanks! Hope Twiglets inspire.
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