Dreaming
The rain pounding
on the windows
like stones
being thrown
The branches
shook hard
and the leaves
were all blown
Cold and miserable
was the common
feeling of
every day
Longing for sunshine
beaches and
swaying palms
a beach and a bay
Gazing into wishes
Staring out the dream
Holding desires
close to the chest
A future coming
Into focus
Escaping the misery
has become the quest
A wish soon
to be realized
Just a matter of
when and where
Is a gift to self
a selfish gift?
Does it really matter
and who would care?
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
National Poetry Writing Month
Sunday, April 7 - Day
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts
and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have
anything? What would you give someone else?
Word Prompts:
Gaze
Chest
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