In not quite solid form I moved through
Dreams like chapters of a much loved tale,
Every page different
Filled with the magic of color and feeling
As I stood like a fan
At a school yard game.
I reached out to touch
The finest things that I saw beyond me
And watched as each piece I handled
Slipped away into ghostly mist
Illusions at a magic show
Like a disappearing elephant
Unreal yet I knew it had been there
Hadn’t it?
Stolen thoughts capturing fears
Leading me through the wonderland of mirages
And I knew each chapter
As if inscribed somewhere in the forgotten recesses
Of a weary mind.
So I travelled through each page,
Flip, flip, staring at the artistic beauty
Of each panoramic illustration
Realizing that in each image
There I stood in wonder
Smiling like a child who finally sees
Everything coming together under the big top
As the elephant reappears
Reaching out a trunk as if to say
Follow me
Come quick before I disappear once more,
You are what keeps me here after all,
Your dream IS real,
It is everything.
I chose not to follow today’s prompt, after a night of strange and many dreams…had to get back to a little of me.
That’s always a good thing, embrace it 😊
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I had a lot of dreams last night too. Unusual for me. I feel sort of in them still.
Great poem!
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I also move off prompt but normally if I’m not comfortable with it or if I write something that I feel really needs to be published that day! The prompts are optional after all, so as long as we publish one piece per day, all the realities should be happy! 😀🙌🎆
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Hahaha Good for you. Kim, have a wonderful day. Be well. -Andrew
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Yes they are, good and bad, always seems to steer us back on course, reminding us of what is important. I’m listening😊
Peace and good things,
Kim
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Thank you so very much, so glad you enjoyed my foray into dreamscapes. Peace and blessings,
Kim
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Thank you Rob, yes, I often wonder that myself….it’s been awhile since I’ve had so many dreams and remembered most of them in one night….had to get back to me a bit…hence not following the prompt….feels freeing in a way😊 home, yes😊
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Thank you professor, so glad you enjoyed it😊
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Our dreams are everything. Good post.
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Love it!
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Like this, especially “you are what keeps me here after all ‘. Are our dreams illusion or what we accept as reality? And, in that space, things are forever changing… Ah… Home! 🙂
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Ah. This was very good, Zippy.
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