From Writer's Digest PAD Challenge:
Once we get through today’s poem, we’ll be half of the way through this challenge. Cue the Bon Jovi. And let’s jump in to this prompt.
For today’s prompt, write a dream poem. The poem can be a remembered dream. Or it could be a dream about the future (like getting out and about without worry again). Of course, some dreams are good, but there are nightmares too. So let’s get dreamy with our poems today. After all, Blondie said it best: “Dreaming is free.”
Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want. In other words, it’s more important to write a new poem than to stick to the prompt.
Two Wake
ReplyDeleteWoke
Awake
Eyes wide open
Shut them quick to catch a glimpse.
Sifting through the busy night.
Here
and there
and ev’rywhere.
I climbed up and saw a view
I looked down and I saw you!
You
and me!
We had a blast!
Can’t remember all of it
but I woke up feeling great!
Out
About
Doing my thing.
What is that I see hanging?
A familiar view! Let’s see.
In
the door.
Travel Agent!
Where is that view? I must go!
I booked a trip for just us.
A
flight.
A boat. A hike.
An amazing adventure!
This time I really woke up.
LOL. I love it. Dreams inside dreams.
DeleteI really like what happens here. There's a little slack in the first two verses - in both of them nothing really develops between the first and fourth lines.
DeleteWhat a terrific dream!! written well. I enjoyed it very much.
DeleteLove the idea of having a travel agent for your dreams !
DeleteYour persona form works well here. Your poem takes shape very nicely with it. Good Tale.
DeleteI hear of a poet,
ReplyDeleteone I didn't like much.
She died and I feel sad.
The next morning I see
a post from her. A new,
badly written poem,
realize her death must
have been a dream, decide
to enjoy her poem,
curious if other
dead people are just dreams.
This is weird and good.
DeleteThe Rivas way of thinking... I really enjoyed this inside out idea and your fun poem!
DeleteTrue story.
DeleteI'm NOT DEAD!!!! :)
DeleteLOL. I love your poetry Mar! I do think I'm going to change the last line from "people" to "poets".
DeleteCuriously interesting, Loved the question at the end.
DeleteMaybe she wrote the poem in her dreams or maybe even in your dream!
ReplyDeleteIs it I, Chuang Tsu, who dreams of the butterfly, or the butterfly who dreams of Chuang Tsu?
ReplyDeleteI keep looking for the "Like" button for comments like this.
DeleteI had a dream
ReplyDeletethat’s stuck with me
forever, like reality
I was just a child
when it occurred
like only yesterday
I was grown
and working
digging up remains
I stumble on
such a surprise
my eyes were big
and round
I called for help
from diggers
everywhere
they stared
in curiosity
I had before me
a pile of bones
deep purple
was the color
but more than that
within the dream
came deep reality
these bones before me
were my own
I knew I’d lived
Before...
Eerie, even for something that happened in Erie.
DeleteWow. I like the way it flows and how it ends.
DeleteI like the twist how you're looking at your own bones
DeleteI liked the cadence. The subject matter was interestingly dangled along. Nice dreamlike presentation.
DeleteThe people on one side
ReplyDeleteglide past in my dream
Standing very still
but moving quickly,
looking heroic clothed in white
On a white rolling coveyorbelt road.
Six feet apart in all directions
An extravagance of space
All facing forward, wind in their hair, scarves and masks.
looking up into the light
Not at each other
Going where the road goes.
where ever that is.
On the other side the people
Drape around each other
in their grey togas,
like ancient mural in a ruin
That somehow seems familiar.
.
And now I'm awake
Because the cats are
not social distancing
And someone is objecting
The memory
I hit enter too soon.just cross out the memory
DeleteQuite the metaphor for our current situation.
DeleteWonderfully surreal image. I wanted more!
DeleteHow I saddled the Nightmare
ReplyDeleteI used to have nightmares
until I learned to ride them.
You need a saddle and a bridle
for nightmares, otherwise they're
too wild to ride. But I
discovered by my own self
that if I closed my eyes in the dream,
when I opened them, I would open them,
for real. And mostly that worked although
occasionally I would wake into another
dream, though not a nightmare.
Interesting way to look at nightmares.
Deletetrue story
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