Nightmares, Be Gone

I almost forgot about this week’s décima challenge, so here is my response. This was also inspired by FOWC: Lucid. I used to have nightmares a lot, and they were mostly very repetitive. Eventually, I learned how to control my dreams better so that my dream-self would not keep falling into the same traps!

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What If?

This is for FOWC: Wand and the Weekly Scribblings, which this week is about hunting and/or being hunted. I decided to go for exciting / hopeful / happy, rather than terrifying. 🙂 


What if tomorrow’s sunrise is the most divine?
What if a coming sunset is the prettiest?

What if what you search for, you have found?
What if that drab stick on the dry ground

Is a magic wand, bringing peace, more than a dream?
What if you keep seeking what magic means?

Treasure Hunt

This is a décima for Ronovan Writes’s current décima challenge: Gold.


A sailor sets out, brash and bold,
To venture into the unknown
Sea towards where his dreams have shown.
To find a treasure chest of gold.

His map is faded, brittle, old
Yet with great trust he starts to sail,
As nascent dawn makes the sky pale —
Adventure, not only gold, gleams:
Happy to be following dreams
Knowing that courage cannot fail.

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Miracles

This is a last-minute poem for Linda’s paint-chip poetry this week. It’s not really a narrative poem but uses 4 of the words.

If you have faith as a mustard seed,
Although it won’t be easy-peasy,
You can against all odds succeed.

Sky-high can reach a skyscraper,
From some metal and scaffolding,
Reality grown from a drawing on paper.

Maybe you can even, under mistletoe,
Receive a kiss one festive Christmas,
Meeting that kismet, standing on tiptoe.

Nightmare

This week’s décima challenge from Ronovan Writes is to use the word CHASE in one of the C rhyme spots.


A nightmare blooms inside my head
When I lie down to sleep tonight:
Subconscious seems prepared to fight
As into its strange realm I tread.

As body sleeps snug in my bed,
I’m trying to pick up my pace
To outrun what attempts to chase
Me, but as expected I’m caught.
Can I unlearn what has been taught,
To find a new dream to embrace?

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Hopes Gleam / New Dreams

This is for Ronovan Writes’s décima challenge this week (shockingly 🙂 ). I started it 2 days ago but only finished it 2 minutes ago.


Ten years ago expansive dreams
Existed for my future plans,
And I believed that my two hands
Could grab them. How wrong that now seems.

In childhood I saw hopes gleam
And thought them gold. But what a shock
When they were pyrite: foolish rock.
Somewhere there still might be a stone
To find, a gem, not one alone —
Maybe next time I take a walk.

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Waking Happily

Today I found a new challenge for the month of February: Paula Light had the great idea to observe the “month of lurve” by posting about one thing we love every day.

It is not my birthday; I’m just trying to make today fun! Happy birthday if it is your birthday. 🙂

Here is a poem I wrote this morning that relates to this photo, as I have a propensity to write about almost everything:

“Arise and shine, ” the alarm blares,
And I return to my warm bed,
To fall back in dreams, without cares.

“Arise and shine,” coaxes the sun,
Stepping slowly into my room:
“Do not miss goodness; it’s begun.”

“Arise and shine,” cries the coffee,
As I carry it in a cup:
A taste of day, quietly friendly. 

I Have Lived in Many Half-Worlds Myself

Upon reading “Flying Fish” by Carl Sandburg for the first time, I wrote this response. Sharing with DVerse Poets’ prompt, “A Conversation.”


I have lived in many half-worlds myself:
Something simultaneously hopeful and harrowing,
Days which are both depressive and lifted,
Days when despair drowns in floating faith

I have dreams in which I breathe
Under the seawater or up in the sky:
A wing thing. A fish thing.
Sometimes I have lived in that in-between —
And so I know you.


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