escape
into dreams
reality is too harsh
strident with blaring sounds
and glaring lights
sweet dreams
day dreams
dreamers
create their own world
we are such stuff as dreams are made on
and our little life is surrounded with a sleep
and reading those beautiful words
for the first time
she dreamt of becoming a poet
Lovely poem, Rall! 👍☺️
ReplyDeleteAnd she did! Lovely, Rall.
ReplyDeleteRall love it - a gentle, wistful shift from seeking refuge in imagination to finding your concrete creative calling - Shakespeare can do that 🙌
ReplyDeleteA world very well created indeed!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem and ......she became a poet
ReplyDeleteyes! that is how i became a poet too. reality is too harsh for me so i escape into my dreamy, poetic world! wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteEscape into dreams fits nicely with such a lyrical haunting piece of music, expressing tragic events in a deeply moving way.
ReplyDeleteDreamers building their own worlds is such a generous image, and it made me want to step inside yours. Thank you for the gentle escape you’ve shared.
ReplyDeleteI love the dreamy flow of your words - Jae
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