Excavating the Archives: Imperfect Perfection

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 originally posted on this site in May 2017. You can find the post here.

Excavating the Archives: Dreams

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.

The Somnambulist’s Ball

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…

Wool-Gathering

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)

Excavating the Archives: Never Ask A Dreamer…

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/

Imperfect Perfection

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!

Never ask a dreamer…

Inspired by this week’s Monday Inspiration – Night time

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.