This piece is so alive with optimism, wishes, dreams, and hope! It reminds me that we should always keep listening with open ears and an open heart for what “can be.” Lovely post!
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I Am A Silly Person
I Think
Believing In Things
So Improbable
Yet Hoping
Beyond Hope
That They Shall
Become A Reality
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remnants of my dreams
flit into my consciousness
snippets of illusion
co-mingling
with the events of the day
finding myself
colliding into the past
to produce an array of emotions
feelings of being torn
in different directions
where do I find comfort
where is the wisdom
where is the adventure
everywhere and in all things
...especially in dreams
Who hasn’t been haunted by these romantic dreams of such emotional depth and love? The ache of hope that dreams become reality. So beautiful, yet so sad. Le sigh…
art by Victor Bauer
Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Bits and pieces &
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Harmony
the bits and pieces
of joyful memories
in my head
a creative harmony
lifting me up
beyond the blasé
of the moment
lazy sunday mornings
cuddles with flannel
and flesh
sly smiles
with closed eyes
and tousled about hair
where the toes
say hello
and reconnect
but the brain
hasn’t quite
arrived
giving in
to an abandoning
after six days of being on
succumbing to a fluid
unscheduled, unhurried
relaxed funk
The alarm rings
a harsh reminder
for the day to begin
but the show from the other side
hasn’t stopped yet
A quilt-like haze
layered behind my eyes
a kaleidoscope of confusion
colored by a patchwork
of nonsense
Of monsters working side by side
Of grown men reverting to infancy
Of rock stars breaking bread
Of babies drowning
Of enemies being friends and friends becoming enemies
Of the impossible being possible
The walk of the semi-dead
commences slowly
dragging this carcass
yawning and disoriented
making a beeline for the bathroom
Bits and pieces
of old memories
laced into
the past event dujour
begins to loosen its grip
The water feels like my savior
a rescue from Neverland
showering accelerates
a sense of wholeness
the tile underfoot signals more substance
The complicated
conjuring
of gobbledygook dissipates
as the irrational
begins to fade into reality
Carly wrapped up in my arms, breathing out delicate but lusty sweetness in my direction. Silk sheets aiding in the luxuriousness we were both feeling. We sidle up close and slide up and down one another as we are reaching out to touch all the magical wetness of forbidden areas.
Suddenly, Layla appears or rather morphs out of Carly, but the intensity of desire remains the same in this room which suddenly becomes a house. It’s gloomy while it’s steamy hot; we’re trapped but not.
I won’t choose just one. I want them both and not only in my dreams.
On
this day
it seems like
I’m on display.
But where are my arms? Am I in a dream?
Inspired by FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION Challenge – DREAM/DREAMER/DREAMING
weaving in
to a magical place
so nice
to get caught up
ethereal limbs
smooth weirdness
laughter, joy
calm and pleasure
want to stay
there in my dreams
where magic happens
where lives are easy
Image credit Ash D. Solomon – Lucid Being
Song – Dreamcatcher by LP
I’m very happy to showcase these two creative people any time I can! Hope you enjoy them as much as I do. 🙂
