Posts Tagged dreams

What’s in Your Dream?

I slept fitfully last night, having odd dreams that made little sense, and waking multiple times. I’ve always been intrigued by dreams, and it seems to me my mood when I awake in the morning is often determined by the dreams I’ve had. The following poem is a vague description of a dream I had several years ago. I awoke with a sense of dread and remorse in my heart that was hard to shake. I had no idea what the dream, or dreams, could mean, I just knew how I felt, so I tried to recapture the feeling in this poem.

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I Am A Mountain

I’ve always considered myself a loner, and there have been many times throughout my life I’ve wished I could just walk away, go up into the mountains and live off the land. Sometimes, I just want to get away; not from people really, but from the confusion and chaos we’ve made of this world. A world where important things like love, honor and truth have become lies; and half-truths, deceit, and hate have been embraced and accepted. Read the rest of this entry »

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Silent Raindrops

When I was a little boy, and I’d get hurt, I’d cry. Many times my dad would tell me to stop crying or he’d give me something to cry about. And I knew the slightest whimper or sigh would bring his fury upon me. I learned that silence–and dry eyes–was the way to avoid further pain. To this day I seldom show pain or angst in front of people. Except, that is, when I write. Read the rest of this entry »

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Mewler?… Mewler?… Mewler?

I was dreaming one of those dreams that felt so real I couldn’t decide if I was asleep or awake. You know, total nonsense, but making sense; vague, but somehow crystal clear; characters straight out of Alice In Wonderland, but they seemed to know every intimate detail about me. Read the rest of this entry »

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Another Night’s Dream

This poem reflects on love lost, and the lonely, tormented mind it can leave in its wake.  I am sharing it with dVerse Poets Pub’s Patterns, Pictures and Poems, hosted by Victoria C.Slotto. Photograph by James Rainsford. Read the rest of this entry »

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Another Night’s Dream

This poem speaks of love lost, and the lonely, tormented mind it can leave in its wake.  It is my entry for The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 13. Read the rest of this entry »

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And The Winna Is…

Sometimes dreams are fun, sometimes not so much. I find it interesting that sometimes we awaken remembering dreams vividly, and other times they haunt us by being just beyond our ability to reel them in. I also find it interesting that psychologists and researchers pretend to be able to “interpret” dreams. Yeah, right. Next thing you know, people will be claiming they can predict the weather. But enough of this interpreting nonsense; what about mood swings? Read the rest of this entry »

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