Oh you lucky, living in the Maritimes! I LOVE - seriously love - this poem, especially "in my dreams the tin man always had a heart." In my dreams too but dreams sometimes can be misinformed or just plain wishful thinking, LOL. LOVE this poem!
my dreams are really weird and nothing like this.. just ODD weird and nothing that they are linked to... the only person i recognize in your dream is old yeller and Lassie... canines i mean, not person... I cried in both those movies.
March 3, 2015 at 11:55 AM
Anonymous said...
Well done, my friend. I really like this poem, and can wholeheartedly relate to it. Yes, it all is as it should be in my dreams.
Just beautiful, Gail! How nice it was to have you join us! I so agree that there exists a place within our hearts and minds where life is orderly, good triumphs and evil never rules the day. A place where all is well and good, and we have time for resting and laughter and letting mud squish between our toes! Alas, the reality we awaken to is often very different, but I like to think that maybe both exists in some more eternal plane. XOXO
ha. aslan and mordor...now that is a cross over that might be worth seeing...we have similar tastes...and i am sure the tin man thanks you too...smiles.
[Image]
Through The Looking Glass
Slippers into The Dome
Wishing they were ruby
(There's no place like home)
If I had The Ruby Ring
I'd twist my wish into play
Back through the wardrobe
To visit Narnia today
"Between the Dawn of Faerie
And the Dominion of Men"
I keep a watch for Moby Dick
And my Regulator "friends"
In my dreams I control
The direction and the start
In my dreams the tin man
Always had a heart
Aslan rules in Mordar
Along with Gandalf The Gray
My lion is filled with courage
And the bad guys stay away
Ole Yeller never dies
Lassie always saves the day
On my Prince Edward Island
Matthew lives today
[Image]
Blanket Moss growing in water. Staying Weird for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and letting Josie know at Two Shoes In Texas that there is order in my chaos.
23 Comments
Close this window Jump to comment formThat must have been quite some dream! Very powerful poem.
Lynne x
March 3, 2015 at 11:44 AM
Oh you lucky, living in the Maritimes! I LOVE - seriously love - this poem, especially "in my dreams the tin man always had a heart." In my dreams too but dreams sometimes can be misinformed or just plain wishful thinking, LOL. LOVE this poem!
March 3, 2015 at 11:47 AM
my dreams are really weird and nothing like this.. just ODD weird and nothing that they are linked to... the only person i recognize in your dream is old yeller and Lassie... canines i mean, not person... I cried in both those movies.
March 3, 2015 at 11:55 AM
Well done, my friend. I really like this poem, and can wholeheartedly relate to it. Yes, it all is as it should be in my dreams.
March 3, 2015 at 12:20 PM
Dreams should all have happy endings.
March 3, 2015 at 12:23 PM
This made my day brighter--I love dreams like this!
March 3, 2015 at 3:34 PM
Awesome post and photos ! Thanks for sharing , Have a good day !
March 3, 2015 at 3:37 PM
A day like this we should be allowed to make our own tales. And Aslan is not a tame lion.
March 3, 2015 at 4:12 PM
you tweak your characters to create your day wished; good for you; nice write
much love...
March 3, 2015 at 6:08 PM
What a great post, Gail. Made me smile. :-)
March 3, 2015 at 6:38 PM
ah - happy dreams
i've never figured out how to control the direction of mine
cheers
jzb
March 3, 2015 at 7:06 PM
Just beautiful, Gail! How nice it was to have you join us! I so agree that there exists a place within our hearts and minds where life is orderly, good triumphs and evil never rules the day. A place where all is well and good, and we have time for resting and laughter and letting mud squish between our toes! Alas, the reality we awaken to is often very different, but I like to think that maybe both exists in some more eternal plane. XOXO
March 3, 2015 at 8:33 PM
Awesome!! You wrote about all of my friends. I never thought about it but I would love to know Matthew will always live.
Just perfect.
March 3, 2015 at 8:57 PM
Awesome!! You wrote about all of my friends. I never thought about it but I would love to know Matthew will always live.
Just perfect.
March 3, 2015 at 8:57 PM
ha. aslan and mordor...now that is a cross over that might be worth seeing...we have similar tastes...and i am sure the tin man thanks you too...smiles.
March 3, 2015 at 9:32 PM
Weird dreams are fun. You wrote of them very nicely. I enjoy mine but most I can't remember for very long.
..
March 3, 2015 at 11:33 PM
I like this... all those fantasy otherworlds. Nice.
March 4, 2015 at 5:47 AM
This is one of your best - absolutely loved it. My dreams, I control, My dreams - most I remember, some I do not. Loved this poem. lol
March 4, 2015 at 6:08 AM
What a great poem! I loved this!
March 4, 2015 at 7:26 AM
This was delicious! I want to read myself into one of your dreams one of these days. Care for some company? ♥
March 4, 2015 at 9:13 AM
I am enchanted! I want to visit this weird and wonderful happy-ending world.
March 4, 2015 at 6:02 PM
Oh, those last two lines just got to me. I adore Anne of Green Gables… Yes, what a fantastic poem this is.
March 4, 2015 at 7:39 PM
What a dream...I love this literature imbued poem
March 6, 2015 at 5:02 PM