Dreams

Duplex: An Attempt”

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The prompt for day 27 was to write a “duplex” poem, similar to a sonnet in that there are 14 lines (but not in any other way that I could see). I was excited to try this form and happy to have been able to write one, whether or not it is even good. 🙂 Also linked to MVB: Voice and FOWC: Forgo.

There are too many possibilities, and none.
What if parallel universes existed?

In which universe would our lives intersect again?
Is there a way I could have stayed happy?

I’m happy about this poetic voice, even if
It means there was much else I needed to forgo.

What is meaning, and what is need? Is it
Only what we dream, or is it concrete?

I used to dream. Now emotional concrete greets
Every attempt at flying. Now all I can do is

Attempt to place cushions where I often hit
Bottom. This is one time in a succession of many,

Succession of twenty, maybe thirty years if I’m (un)lucky —
There are too many possibilities, and none.

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Sonnetina for Dead Dreams

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A sonnetina (like a sonnet but only 10 lines) in response to MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I have actually written a few poems in different forms on this same topic, reusing the first one or two lines multiple times. I find that entertaining. 🙂

What’s all else worth, if greatest dream is dead?
Even with wealth, one craves and hungers still,
Without a way to find his daily bread:
Having nothing to live for kills the will.

A quiet heartbeat yet the pain is loud:
A frozen passion nevermore to melt,
Humbling the artist’s eyes that had been proud
Of such great work — that joy no longer felt.

What use is popularity and cash,
If one’s reason for being’s burned to ash?

lighted matchstick on brown wooden surface
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Do Dreams Count?

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The Sevenling poetry form is pretty good for surprising / shock endings, (EVERYONE FOLLOW BRIAN’S BLOG — the prompts are fun but no one besides me links up!!) so I’ve got one of those to share today. I wanted to write something better, but we’re running out of time for the prompt, and as Linda’s challenge says, “Just jot it!” Based on a true story that happened this morning. 🙂 I needed to get up early and was worried that I would smash the snooze button on my alarm and go back to sleep for an hour (which is what usually happens). Continue reading →

Lullabies

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Brian’s prompt this week is to use the poetic device “Anaphora,” which is when lines begin with the same words. My poem was inspired by that, plus a “Weekend Writing Prompt” to include the word Goodnight in a piece of exactly 45 words. It’s too late to link up that one (especially because it was from 2 weekends ago!), but without further ado, here is my post for today! Linked with JusJoJan.

Goodnight, no more lullabies.
Goodnight, no more stories before bedtime.
Goodnight, I still hope for sweet dreams,
“Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite”
And try to get 8 hours of sleep.
Hoping to Dreamland peacefully to go,
Goodnight — also hoping for a happy tomorrow.

To and From the Stars

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So much is happening these days,
I need a ride in a spaceship,
Or some other faraway trip,
To escape this frenetic craze.

What’s needed now? To turn my gaze
Upon what’s beautiful and bright:
Even right here, there is the sight
Of stars, burning brightly from far
Away, a light which is not marred
By difficulties from this fight.

A décima for this week’s challenge and also linked to FOWC: Frenetic. I forced myself to try to write a more positive ending to this poem. Key word is “try.”

Ghazal: Life and Freedom

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I’m a bit obsessed with ghazals right now, so here is another one, which I worked on yesterday and today, and which was partially written for FOWC: Repose and this prompt about immersion.

You know better than I what’s died in me.
My God who’s living still, abide in me.

One dream not dead has been this poetry,
Ideas are a spring ne’er dried in me.

A verse which starts despairingly finds hope:
See, these two sides have always vied in me.

In words’ expression there is some repose,
Despite immersion in emotions –strong tide in me.

A life not merely written nor read, but lived:
Sparrow-song calls, may freedom be satisfied in me.

Reality, Upside-Down

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This is in response to MLMM’s photo challenge #373, the picture for which is below. I’m not sure who took the picture, but it wasn’t me.

The city street is the sky,
Filled with stars of bokeh headlights
Out of focus; upside-down eyes
Fill with interesting, surreal dreams,
Wishing they could be never-ending.

There’s danger in the way this body’s bending.
I don’t want to fall from the railing.
My current world’s just failing.