i dream almost every night, and they are always bad, sometimes nightmare bad, but mostly just bad dreams, sometimes several. sometimes i wake up and can remember all of it, sometimes none. some over the counter meds make them worse.
You hit the nail right on the head there with your poem Gail - that's exactly how I feel with some dreams, other dreams I remember in great detail, some I do not. Ever have a dream and wake up before its finished - ha,ha I close my eyes and try to finish it and sometimes I fall right back into the dream?? Loved your poem.
I love everything you write, you KNOW that..but for some reason, this is my favorite so far! IF I even have a favorite. Best of all..you are continuing to write! Yes..best of all!!
May 7, 2013 at 4:12 PM
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The art is lovely, but the poem was so unusual! I have always considered dreams a Technicolor, memorable "given." I fly, dare, create awful poetry (if I wake up and write it down, it's always horrible the next day, ha ha).
"Just enough out of reach to be a stranger" is so good. You're saying the dreams are there and yet, only in last night... lovely. Amy
Dreams seem to take many forms - re-shaping the past, shaping the future or simply offering an alternative reality. Strange how some linger and may repeat while others seem to slide away!
smiles...you start with a beautiful picture...and bring on the dreams...the part that struck me is that they sit on the edge there almost like strangers.....
I can't say
I do not dream
I feel my eyes
Move quickly
Observing worlds
As I sleep
I dream
But the memories of it
Slip away
And lay on the edge
Just out of reach
Enough to be strangers.
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Close this window Jump to comment formLovely images through your poem and photo.
May 6, 2013 at 8:51 PM
Lovely images through your poem and photo.
May 6, 2013 at 8:52 PM
I don't remember my dreams either.
I think that's because they are boring though...
May 6, 2013 at 9:06 PM
nice one.
this week i've been having vivid, detailed dreams and waking up from them with memory of them.
May 6, 2013 at 9:20 PM
So true!
Another good one, Gail. :-)
May 6, 2013 at 11:24 PM
Yes, we all know that feeling, then occasionally there comes a dream that is so vivid it is almost real.
Lynne x
May 7, 2013 at 3:25 AM
For me, dreams are premonitions of what's to come.
May 7, 2013 at 4:31 AM
i dream almost every night, and they are always bad, sometimes nightmare bad, but mostly just bad dreams, sometimes several. sometimes i wake up and can remember all of it, sometimes none. some over the counter meds make them worse.
May 7, 2013 at 7:06 AM
You hit the nail right on the head there with your poem Gail - that's exactly how I feel with some dreams, other dreams I remember in great detail, some I do not. Ever have a dream and wake up before its finished - ha,ha I close my eyes and try to finish it and sometimes I fall right back into the dream?? Loved your poem.
May 7, 2013 at 7:17 AM
Oh Gail your photo had me dreaming and your poetry always blows me away. Hug B
May 7, 2013 at 7:21 AM
You always dream, but don't remember all of them. Maybe that is for the best. Who knows what the ones we forget were about? Pretty poem!
May 7, 2013 at 8:11 AM
Lovely image and poem!
May 7, 2013 at 8:43 AM
I love this poem. Most of the time....me too. And for that I am glad, I guess. Because, some I do remember and wish that I hadn't. Oma Linda
May 7, 2013 at 8:45 AM
Lovely. I think you captured it perfectly.
May 7, 2013 at 9:15 AM
Your poem is wonderful... and so true. I can see your thoughts resonate with everyone!
I had a strange dream last night... now, what was it?!!
May 7, 2013 at 9:24 AM
So beautifully written. I loved this: "...Just out of reach
Enough to be strangers."
When I was a child, we called those lovely flowers "flags", tho I do not know why.
May 7, 2013 at 2:16 PM
I love everything you write, you KNOW that..but for some reason, this is my favorite so far! IF I even have a favorite.
Best of all..you are continuing to write! Yes..best of all!!
May 7, 2013 at 4:12 PM
The art is lovely, but the poem was so unusual! I have always considered dreams a Technicolor, memorable "given." I fly, dare, create awful poetry (if I wake up and write it down, it's always horrible the next day, ha ha).
"Just enough out of reach to be a stranger" is so good. You're saying the dreams are there and yet, only in last night... lovely. Amy
May 7, 2013 at 6:05 PM
The last two Iines are awesome and I like the thought of dreams just out of reach of our fingertips. Goes well with the photo.
May 7, 2013 at 10:20 PM
Dreams seem to take many forms - re-shaping the past, shaping the future or simply offering an alternative reality. Strange how some linger and may repeat while others seem to slide away!
May 8, 2013 at 5:41 AM
smiles...you start with a beautiful picture...and bring on the dreams...the part that struck me is that they sit on the edge there almost like strangers.....
May 9, 2013 at 9:46 AM
If I tell myself to remember my dreams before I go to sleep, I do.
And boy, do I find some interesting things out about myself!!
=)
May 9, 2013 at 1:04 PM
That photo - I love it.
May 9, 2013 at 2:51 PM