Cared about, I still felt lost, then
I looked to my feet. I knew that
only I could direct them
where and when I would go
in this day and time of mine.
My wandering mind took me to
places filled with shining promise
along with stories I told myself
until I shaded in colours of reality,
mixed with dreams I hold dear.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
~ William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Tomorrow’s work is full
of dreams,
of plans,
of goals
no form until the new day dawns,
curling quiet at our feet while
heads still rest on pillows, it
waits to be fed with new energy.
“Each day is always breaking out anew.
Aspirations swirling round what you do.”
~ Richard L. Ratliff, poet
Tomorrow is only hours away
minutes have not yet begun
to tick for the future that
slips into our dreams
bridging today
unto tomorrow.
“Stop longing. You poison today’s ease reaching always for tomorrow.”
~ Robin Hobb, Fool’s Errand
Tomorrow is….
Out on the…..
Maps are….
Orchestration of….
Running toward….
Roaming the….
Options tested….
Wondering what….
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
~ L.M.Montgomery
Talking is a journey
with friends through
yesterdays
onto future dreams
Never orderly but burbling over pebbles of moments
with a good wade through
shallow waters of today.
“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…
It has no survival value; rather it is one of
those things which give value to survival.”
~ C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Entering life ~
happens each day.
Dreams fade in wisps,
disappearing in the light.
Each day is a choice to be.
What will you choose?
“Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
(1803 ~ 1882
Dreams included ~
No one told me that
dreams would be tucked
inside that cloud of sleep.
I recall whispered ‘sweet dreams’
Did it mean candy and gumdrops?
But dreams included are seldom sweet.
Funny,
bizarre,
frightening,
completely disorganized
but I have never been dropped into
a meadow full of daisies and sunshine with Mary Poppins and Bert
to sing me to a circus.
Wouldn’t that be a sweet surprise!
“A dream itself is but a shadow.”
~ William Shakespeare, Hamlet, c.1600
Open-ended guides……
Rhythmic flow…….
Dreams included….
Epilepsy just a part…..
Relax and breathe…….
“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”
~ José Saramago, The Double
(1922 ~ 2010)
A walk into my dreams,
holding my dream-self
by the hand,
we enter a land
peopled by doves and dragons
happy rainbows over
blackened clouds
to divine the bizarre and beautiful
frightening mountains and flowered meadows
to wake in the morning
to rumpled covers,
a tearstained face or a crooked smile.
Dreams fray like sunrise clouds
my dream-self fades into my pillow
and I am changed.
“I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.”
~ Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse
(1908 ~ 1963)
I don’t know when I knew
that writing would take me
on a journey,
dipping into and around
roads across quilted prairies,
a hot air balloon soaring high in the sky
a jet ski that would send me
splashing across
the top of waterways long or wide,
through forested granite mountains
tromping through snow banks in the shivering cold
sketching my own journey with epilepsy
but when my pen
found notebooks and journals
and each morning with tea
to sit and write yesterday,
or plans for today
or dreams for next year or 10 years along.
When I saw shelves and stacks of boxes
filled with all the morning musings
I guessed that I had known all along.
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
~ Pablo Neruda, poet and Senator of Chile
(1904 - 1973)
