In the dark of night they come
Singing their songs of silence
Drowning out the highlights
Of what’s gone before
The indigo hours are awash with dreams
Life forgotten, faded away
Watercolour memories are all that remain
As we walk the secret paths
Of worlds hitherto unknown
This was originally posted in March 2018. You can find the original post here.
She dreams in movement
Weaving her way through
Night’s enchantment
A mind that is still
With an eye that sees the dream
A body that dances to the tune
That only she can hear
Written for: Weekend Writing Prompt #148: Somnambulist | The words ended here, at 33, and it seemed right, so I didn’t push on towards 78 for the challenge…
In the dark of night they come
Singing their songs of silence
Drowning out the highlights
Of what’s gone before
The indigo hours are awash with dreams
Life forgotten, faded away
Watercolour memories are all that remain
As we walk the secret paths
Of worlds hitherto unknown
When darkness descends
I am left alone dreaming
Wishing upon stars
This poem was originally posted on this site September 2016, here:
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2016/09/09/wishing-upon-stars/
Life is nothing like I dreamed it would be…
Written for Day 14 of A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017: Write a story in less than 10 words about a dream.
I like the term “wool-gathering”, which the Oxford Dictionary defines as, “indulgence in aimless thought or dreamy imagining; absent mindedness”. (https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/wool-gathering)
Never ask a dreamer what she dreams about
For if she starts talking
If she smiles sweetly
If she takes you by the hand
You will finally understand the power of her words
As comprehension dawns on the magic she has wrought
You may wonder…
…You may not
But as sure as she is the moon
And you are the sun
The stars will guide you deep
Into her world of dreams
And there you shall remain
Loved, but lost to all, save her
For ever.
This poem was originally posted on this site July 2015, here:
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2015/07/27/never-ask-a-dreamer/
I dreamt of imperfect perfection
Of days spent laughing in the sun
I dreamt of the flawed and the fractured
Of the wondrous things that might come
*
I dreamt of the broken twisting pathway
That would take me to my journey’s end
I dreamt of disjointed intentions
Of happiness and peace amongst friends
*
I still dream of imperfect perfection
The ups and downs to be found in this life
I still dream of disjointed intentions
Knowing peace is often balanced with strife
This was my attempt to tackle my own poetry challenge:
Write a poem of at least ten lines, where every other line contains the word “imperfect” or one of its synonyms. (Weekend Writing Prompt #3)
And I must say, damn that was difficult!
I understand the days are dark
That hope is nothing but a spark
But keep your dreams inside your heart
Release them when the New Moon starts
Inspired by this week’s Monday Inspiration – Night time…
Never ask a dreamer what she dreams about
For if she starts talking
If she smiles sweetly
If she takes you by the hand
You will finally understand the power of her words
As comprehension dawns on the magic she has wrought
You may wonder…
…You may not
But as sure as she is the moon
And you are the sun
The stars will guide you deep
Into her world of dreams
And there you shall remain
Loved, but lost to all, save her
For ever.
