sunny orange orb
it beckons my attention
i wish i could fly
**NOTE – This is the second piece that didn’t make the cut for Pure Haiku’s Encircling Theme.
Tag: dreaming
Fluctuations
if time is fluid
so is existence
what was
what is
what we dream
what is a dream
what we dreamt
what are memories
and hopes
and expectations
all we are
and what is achieved
comes at us in waves
washes in, then retreats
one picture frame at a time
then replaced by the here and now
requiring attention
we are existing in moments
of the present intermingled
with events waiting to happen
or in snippets of the past
so what is reality
Dream
the meditative state we’re not aware of
restores our mind’s energy
from the day previous
whether colorful or black & white
the journey inward
feels necessary yet strange
the story usually varies
as well as the characters introduced
but the theme may resonate as familiar
does it solve a great question
or just contribute to more
regardless, our brain seems to need it
Morning Haze
engulfed in the thin membrane
of a dream’s remnants
i awake to confusion
feeling the feelings
remembering the scenery
the past intruding on the present
the present trying to come into focus
closed eyes beg for a return
to the powerful ether
limbs feeling heavy
but the bladder screams
and the alarm intrudes on my fiction
Lost In A Dream
Redux
walking with no legs
the ground seen
but not there
feeling weighted
in this world
connected more
to the
brilliant
artistry
here in this illusion
i’m held fast
the grandeur
of alt-reality
rich colors
with a sublime vibe
abilities magnified
all a possibility
whacked and wonderful
stories
intense nightmares
fear, off the hook
alarming excitement
unexpected worlds
dances with the dead
fucking strangers
plot twists of the past
knowing the unknown
intense losses
highest joys
in the grey matter
the control
all mine
master of my universe
time to go back
Originally posted 12/17/2018 on I Write Her.
Arise
Redux
sheltered in a dream
rushed into reality
awakened in life
Originally published October 8, 2018, on I Write Her.
In Thought
the greatest phrontistery
a warm comfortable bed
with pillows separating
and cushioning all body parts
being horizontal as novel ideas swirl
amidst rapid random thoughts
the natural light grazes the curtains
helping to evoke the next great plans
time passes
yet stands still
as invisible lines connect
one thought to the next
daydreams become reality
maybe
My Monday Morning
The custard tasted rich and creamy, silky on my lips, just how I liked it.
This ethereal date, however, was not to my standards.
I would have been interested to see where this was going, but my business phone’s shrill ring rattled me awake; alas, a wrong number from Las Vegas.
Beach Dreams
sighing for blue waves
salivating for white sand
dream of paradise
Clothing Optional
with only wifi
the internet
unlimited freshwater
an endless supply of food
family
friends that are family
comfy beds
sturdiest of shelters
a boat
and a friendly dolphin
i’m good
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