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Dreaming Short Dreams

Sometimes a thought comes at you broadside and knocks you for a loop. You start thinking about things, and pretty soon you’re sitting on the curb with your head in your hands. Eventually, you shake it off and finish the walk home. Then, you write it down and show it to the world.

Dreaming Downhill 

I remember topping the rise

Picked up a book one night

And the words were blurred

No warning

The boss laughed at me

Said I needed reading glasses

Oh

 

Dug in my heels

Thinking it was too early

I was too young

To start down the other side

Seemed like a long stretch of level

Should’ve come before the steep drop

Nope

 

Hit some rocks and flipped out

Into mid-air, screaming and flailing

Grabbed onto a bush

To slow myself down

Slid on my butt for a ways

Through poison ivy

Scratch

 

Dusted myself off

Zigged and zagged for a while

Going slow, making it last

Started wondering about the dreams

Forgotten… left behind

Should I go back for them

Sigh

 

Seeing I wasn’t dead yet, eventually

I decided, yes, new dreams

Easy ones maybe

But something to shoot for

Hoping the powder was dry

Trying to recall how many shots I’d fired

Days

 

dreaming dreams (2)And that’s where you find me today

Dreaming short dreams

Easing down the far side of the hill

The rainbow’s end in sight

Behind that next big rock

Pot of gold there… I think…

Not

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

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Dreams Like That

We’re doing alright, but I know that isn’t the case with a lot of folks. Times are tough for some, and tougher for others. This little poem kind of barged into my head yesterday when I was taking my morning walk; the one without the dog. I actually wrote one after my walk with her earlier—about biscuits—but I’m saving it for another time. Anyhow, this one ought to make you think. Let me know. Read the rest of this entry »

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Dreaming Downhill

Sometimes a thought comes at you broadside and knocks you for a loop. You start thinking about things, and pretty soon you’re sitting on the curb with your head in your hands. Eventually, you shake it off and finish the walk home; then write it down and show it to the world. A few of them will actually read it. Read the rest of this entry »

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