Category: dreams

Where I Found You

Taken when she was still trying to work while going through treatment for ovarian cancer.

In the early morning hours of January 3rd, 2015 my wife, Karen passed away from ovarian cancer. On this day, the eighth anniversary of her passing, I decided to repost this poem. While no relationship may be perfect, I’ve come to realize perfection is found in the things people share. Karen and I shared our love of dogs, so of course, in a dream, I met her as I walked the dogs, and one day I’ll meet her again, but when that happens, she’ll be the one walking all the dogs. 


I thought to find you on the path
between the heather patches.
You were not there.
I thought to find you along the roads 
from here to other places I traveled,
but there were no traces.
I thought to find you along the routes
where I walked the dogs.
Of course, there you were,
ready to laugh and say they loved you best--
as you always did.
Taking treats from your pocket,
you fed and petted them.
Looking up at me, you said I had more
grey than last you saw, but it didn’t look bad.
Your idea of a compliment, I know.
I killed the weeds of anger over things like that.
Now I must learn to trim back the hedges of grief.

Get electric hedge trimmers, you laughingly said.
Then whispered I should learn from the dogs 
and you’d meet me along the path
between the heather one day.
And that was all.
You were gone.

An Autumnal Baptism

Image is my own

Caught in the evening downpour,
I am washed clean of summer.
Summer’s red rock, red dirt dreams
Sluiced from me with this autumnal drenching.

Morning greets me with a cool hand
Of sunshine upon my brow.
Autumn whispers of a harvest
Under skies of bluest topaz.

A clear, clean, honest reaping
In days yet to be had.

Dream No More

Image is my own

https://godoggocafe.com/2021/08/31/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-august-31-2021/

Todays prompt: “waterfall wishes”

She will never fall to earth again
After soaring among the stars,
The planets a blur. No.

No.  She will never swim 
In the deepest oceans,
Cavorting with dolphins and whales.  No.

No.  Never will her soul fly,
Brushing shoulders with angels,
Their wings touching upon her face.  No.

No.  Never these things.
Never these dangerous things again.
Never allowing illusions to gain sway.  No.

No.  She will plant her feet firmly in the ground.
Her heart cemented in her chest.  Yes.

Yes. That once mighty waterfall
Has slowed to a trickle
As there no longer exist
Any waterfall wishes.

Freedom of Wings

Image is my own






Haunting seen
In darkening clouds
Of chrysalis dreams
Where wanting,
Where desiring,
Haunt seen
Cease existing--
In this capturing
No ring 
pierced through
Butterfly wings
Dripping still
From newly emerging
Dreams not tended.


	


	
	






	
	

		
Nymph
	


	

		

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I completed this some months age for a challenge and did not get around to posting it.  Now, I can’t remember which challenge or when it was made.




Nestled in the leaves


She awaits me.


Some nymph or maiden fair


I know not which she may be.


Time and touch shall reveal


the truth of her nature to me,


Yet I dream her sleeping,


Dreaming of me.


 
	


	
	






	
	

		
Glistening Magic
	


	

		

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Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Magic – May 20, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)









Magic glistening


in moonstone skin carved of dreams–


softness of dawn’s glow.


 


Nerves crackle with life


as if the stars strike lightning–


gentle winds whisper. 


 


The sky, arms wide, smiles,


coloring the west toward


magic sweeping us.
	


	
	






	
	

		
Winter’s Grief
	


	

		

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Icy cold wind walks.


Blinding sunshine ironic,


Burning horizons,


 


Promises of warmth


Unfulfilled in morning’s cry


Of grey storm cloud’s tears,


 


And then nothing left


Of fires or dreams curling,


Blanketing round us.
	


	
	






	
	

		
Winter Has No Cheer
	


	

		

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge—December 8, 2020 | Go Dog Go Café (godoggocafe.com)




As winter whispers


The longing starts


For warmer days


Of a warming spring


Leaking slowly


Into a sweltering summer.




As winter whispers


In pretense of knowing


Warmth and cheer


Of holidays it cannot contain


In its freezing coldness,


We are left untouched


For far too long—


Our souls grow grey


In these winter days


And leap at the hope


Contained in striking colors


Of Winter’s sunsets–


Only to have hope


Bashed, broken, bleeding


Against the frozen Winter


Ground.  As Winter whispers,


Chuckling at our fragile humanity. 





	


	
	






	
	

		
Chains of Fears
	


	

		

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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/10/17/weekend-writing-prompt-179-lucid/










Lucidity picks at the chains wrapped round a soul





Anchored to the ground of fears bought whole





In the marketplace while traipsing through dreams





Resplendent with beauty and flights of fanciful imaginings





That harsh noisy words and bruising blows etched,





Tattooed lucid fears.



	


	
	






	
	

		
Musings on the Cracked Crystal Ball
	


	

		

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https://amanpan.com/2020/09/28/eugis-weekly-prompt-crystal-ball-september-28-2020/










When you found the things you could,





A mist of breath showed in the rain,





Twin clouded rain shimmered colors





Of gray stone before you on a path you would go.





If only, if only, you should know the bones of us,





Move knotted stiff with the griefs you’ve piled upon your soul,





We’d glow of phosphorus and neon in velvet darkness.





Walking the dark, shadowed canyon of dreams





Wilted by disappointments and deflated sunshine





Waking to dimmest daylight at noon





Where you cannot bear to look





Upon your own reflection,





A sight of horror in your own eyes now





In that cracked crystal ball where you stand,





In your own self-consecrated field





Of plastic flowers bowing their majestic heads to you,





Your straw haired head is bowed,





Smiling at the ground.