Dreamers

Dreams, I think,
are like their dreamers,
spawned by their moods,
aping their attitudes;

see those garrulous,
backslapping dreams,
getting together at sunset,
at a tea shop on the horizon;
laughing, cursing,
trading secrets,
waiting for sleep
to give them their cue;

mine just looks
for an empty path,
that the stars
have forgotten to light;
slips in alone, late,
clutching the apron strings of the night,
stepping gingerly around the clouds
not splashing through the wind and dew;

see, dreams are so much
like their dreamers;

mine tiptoes down in silence,
sees my crossed fingers
and crosses its own too;
squeezes its eyes shut
and tries to dream
fervently
of a new moon.

April:#30- 20/30

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49 thoughts on “Dreamers

  1. You’re on a roll —! Another poem with a wonderfully fresh point of view. From the back-slapping dreams, to dreaming of a new moon — beautifully descriptive too.

    [applauding]

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    1. Thanks a ton… but truth is- this poem-a-day in April decision is beginning to take its toll… where o where is May!!! Thank goodness for the prompts and the poetry and the support in the virtual community.

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      1. I know what you mean! πŸ™‚
        Sometimes just keeping up with CDHK takes its toll — !

        This poem though? Magnificent. One I’ll remember πŸ˜€

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  2. Ha. It is a cool thought that dreams take after their dreamers, which I guess makes sense as it would be you that is to achieve the dream or set out for it. I am not sure what I would say my dream is – beyond waking up every day and living life as best I can

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  3. This is one of my favorites of poems that you have shared! I like very much the comparison of the dreamer to his/her dream. I like the idea of dreaming of a new moon…and (smiles) that is one dream that always comes to pass.

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    1. Thank you Mary, appreciate your comment greatly. I referenced the new moon as a metaphor for a reticent dream(er) looking to lurk in the shadows rather than in the bright lights…glad you liked it.

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  4. Wow. I see you are perfectly right! I love meeting your tiptoeing dreams here, not one of the raucous gang after all. Your poem makes me want to pay more attention to how my sleeping dreams (which I rarely remember) are like me. I think I have to work on memory …

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  5. This is so beautifully written. I love the concept – the vision of the dreams backslapping and boasting, while yours “just looks for an empty path, that the stars have forgotten to light; See, dreams are so much like their dreamers.” Beautiful to read and imagine.

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  6. dreams are like the dreamer..interesting concept…dreams come in many forms sometimes they are out of the dreamers control as a higher source comes into place. Dreams can take you anywhere if you are willing to take the ride..but, hold on as some might take turns.

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  7. luv your use of imagery and my favporite lines are

    “waiting for sleep
    to give them their cue;”

    where you place the dreamer and the dream in their own realm

    have a nice Sunday

    much love…

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  8. “mine tiptoes down in silence,
    sees my crossed fingers
    and crosses its own too;
    squeezes its eyes shut
    and tries to dream
    fervently
    of a new moon.”… awesome! Hold onto these dreams, thot Such a beautiful offering. Loved it.

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