These Dreams ~ #WWUC @NWCreativeUnion
We're delving into the nighttime for this week's Wednesday Wake-Up Call over at New World Creative Union where we are challenged to go beyond the usual medium we normally present. Sooooo...to go with my poem (because I'm all about the poetry) I've taken my gravelly morning voice and have gifted you with a song. (Oh yes...the sarcasm is very high in that statement) Actually...this is the song that made me realize girls could do rock-n-roll too (yes, I was but a wee lass) but this chick had a guitar! Yup...it was all downhill from there ;) Forgive me for butchering...and be gentle...it's early! Hope you'll consider stepping outside your comfort zone and come play too. #NoFear ;)
These Dreams
Often elusive, I chase them hard
Seldom do rainbows and butterflies
grace my nighttime skies
Sometimes, it is better not to dream
when you lose control
twist obscene
These visions can not be mine.
Often forgotten upon waking
dancing just beyond the fringe of remembering
yet returning to surface
when stuck between
a feather pillow and daylight
They rise
in the cluttered recesses of my mind
I convince myself
they are fodder for the next great yet to be written work
and that there is no need
for really long sleeves
on the one white jacket I own.
Comments
i dont remember most of my dreams unless they are really vivid...though there are a few i would love to go back to on waking...haha
Monty
when stuck between
a feather pillow and daylight"
Hmm, interesting image--as is the possible short sleeves on white jacket where rainbows and butterflies might land. I do not remember my dreams except rarely, and more often now in new sleep patterns. There are probably tons of good or at least banal dreams trying to surface . . . I envy those who can train and channel their dreaming. Have you tried?
As for the poem: it's wonderfully true and I do believe dreams are true "fodder" for the next literary effort. Well written and a delight.