a dream of dreams

This is a poem I wrote nearly a year ago, inspired by a charming and fascinating site called Osseous Design: The Blog .      I happened upon the site one day when surfing, and wrote the date 1-24-17, and name of the Blog at the top of my notebook page.   Tracing back, I was able to find the unique  site, with its creative … Continue reading a dream of dreams

Dreaming imaginary Prague, reposted

Dreaming imaginary Prague  I have never been to Prague, except in daydreams… but my impressionable mind is easily led into the magical world of zithers and Gypsies, of violins singing and wailing in ageless melodies… music of joy and abandon…or sadness and melancholy. Put on your hat, my girl, and come along with me… We will trip the light fantastic (or is it a Fandango?) … Continue reading Dreaming imaginary Prague, reposted

clouds and memories, a poem

Draw me gently to your chest my heart will linger there; across the ages, along time’s trails, the memories ever return. Wait for me!—oh, wait for me! the plaintive echo pleads. When least expected, awakening to memories in words of a poem. Oh tell me—where do they dwell? Among the dreams and reveries apart from the wrack of reality forever a blend of torture and joy. ©Sometimes, … Continue reading clouds and memories, a poem

ever wonder if all is really “but a deam?”

Day 9, 2017. Dreams are still one of the great mysteries of life—probably will always be.     Thoughts are paths leading through the dim reaches of our sleeping brains, bringing joy and fright, often even in the same dream.     OK, I admit to having an affinity to Kermit the Frog, with his songs about rainbows and his “lovers, and dreamers…and me…” Enough of that kind of nonsense, … Continue reading ever wonder if all is really “but a deam?”

never say never

One of my favorite places where  I’ve never been on the deck of a sailing ship, out on the ocean. The boards are thick and smell of pine, as a ballroom floor with satiny  shine… o’er looking green hills that slope to the sea. Where sweet maidens whirl in fine silk dresses in powdered faces and warm shining  eyes, dancing in time with the orchestra’s strains. Back on my ship … Continue reading never say never

dreams of day

Days go by in dreams… more complicated, it seems, day-dreams pass away… are replaced by dreams of day. Not intended to be obtuse, or in any way clever, or to abuse, by flippant tries to make a verse, or to neglect decorum in place of subterfuge. Dream places are often familiar, if not in actual points of reference, at least recurrent and commonplace locales to retreat … Continue reading dreams of day

Dreaming imaginary Prague

(original title: Dreaming imagination) I have never been to Prague, except in daydreams… but my impressionable mind is easily led into the magical world of zithers and Gypsys, of violins singing and wailing in ageless melodies… music of joy and abandon…or sadness and melancholy. Put on your hat, my girl, and come along with me… We will trip the light fantastic (or is it a … Continue reading Dreaming imaginary Prague

Summer Dreaming

[For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille July 7, 2016. This poetic form is called a Haibun, which is a combination of prose and Haiku forming a story of 75-words or less…including the Haiku.   I did borrow keywords beach, and hot summer night suggested by the host.] The sand is warm, like a lullaby The essence of Summer warms the skin, dreams flicker on slumbering … Continue reading Summer Dreaming

Dreams, the GRE, and Shirley Temple

(I will re-post this next April 4, 2016… back to the future, so to speak. It’s new title (will be) Dreams of a Drama Queen: A-Z Challenge The Letter D.)   Sorry about any confusion…please just enjoy the post! 🙂 In my dream I was taking the GRE, the examination for applying to graduate school.  There was an endless list of multiple choice questions, in a … Continue reading Dreams, the GRE, and Shirley Temple

Incubus, The Terrible

Originally posted on Poems:
Startled, I often rise up from sleep, with my limbs trembling and sweat drenched but my throat turned too sore and dry, choked as if by the soot of fear, in the throes of a tragic dream, a dreadful and haunting nightmare, borne by past follies or tomorrow’s loss, too pale and numb and shaken to my core!      The former… Continue reading Incubus, The Terrible

Hearing things? just music

My alarm clock is very unpredictable, except for its accurate time-keeping function and punctuality of the alarm sound.   That sound can only be described as “annoying” and it is that very feature that accounts for the alarm clock’s longevity on my dresser. The original electronic tune–original to that particular clock–is SO annoying that it has remained my favorite over decades because of its ear-grating sound … Continue reading Hearing things? just music