Tag: Dream

Surreal Dream

Surreal Dream

Dressed in white
I walked barefoot
on the surface of the moon
When upon me came
a carriage and horses
in the month of June
 
The sound of hoofbeats
on gravel evoked a memory
of a long-forgotten tune
and in the distance
I saw the dish running
away with the spoon
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Linda Lee Lyberg of Charmed Chaos
is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and
has prompted unto write something
surreal .

Word Prompts:

Sound - RDP
Carriage - FOWC

Image by Barroa_Artworks from Pixabay 

Sheets in the Wind

Sheets in the Wind

Like sheets blowing in the wind
She let her thoughts drift away
And for that one temporary moment
She realized she could easily stray
 
Her mind running rampant
suddenly freed from its cage
She was acting out of character
and definitely not her age
 
Imprisoned in her mind
she had never ventured that far
and somehow without warning
she was behaving quite bizarre
 
Now she was running fast
leaving everything in her dust
Blazing a trail blindly
she followed her lust
 
Soon tiring from her escape
and running out of steam
Bells were ringing in her head
It was all just a dream
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts
Sheets - RDP
Temporary - FOWC

Image by Oberholster Venita from Pixabay 

Claustrophobia

Claustrophobia

Running scared
Frantic and confused
Through the door
Into another room
Each one disused 
 
Open, close
What does this mean?
Open again
Am I in a maze
or is this a dream?
 
I can’t escape
Windows are locked
Adrenalin pumping
but screams are silent
My voice blocked
 
Anxiety taking hold
I cannot catch my breath
Darkness comes
Swallowing me whole
Suffocating into death
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo Challenge

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Ascent

Ascent

Staring up to the ceiling
She saw the plaster flaking
The building showing disrepair
Distraction no disguise for her shaking
 
The white marble stark
but soft and warm to the touch
She stumbled at the steps
The flowers in her clutch
 
She saw his feet
as the tears began to flow
Looking up she saw his body
Surrounded by an outer glow
 
The pain resident in her soul
Rapidly disappearing
She climbed the steps
towards him, persevering
 
Her ascent was slow
and somewhat extreme
Taking her hands 
he lifted her from her dream

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

 
Word Prompts:

Dream

Marble

Plaster

Resident

Photo by Orlova Maria on Unsplash

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The Library

I looked up from the book
and rubbed my eyes
Engrossed in the mystery
it had taken me far away
to a place I could visualize
 
I imagined a world
so different from here
Where pigs could fly
and horses could sing
and humans had no fear
 
The sea was pink
and the sky was green
Trees were upside down
Flowers were all blue
and there was no need to clean
 
People spoke in gobbledygook
and they all had wings
Flying everywhere
and nowhere, playing
instruments with strings
 
A loud noise made me jump
It gave me quite a scare
My book had slipped to the floor
Then I suddenly realized
I had fallen asleep in the chair
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Hélène Vaillant's What Do You See Photo Prompt Jan 8

Word Prompt:

Imagine


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Fantasy

Fantasy


Last night I had a dream
You were lying next to me
In a dark room
Somewhere near the sea
I could hear crickets
In the balmy stillness
Moonbeams streaking
Light through the darkness
 
A sensation of calmness
As I let you stroke my cheek
Your arms went around me
and I began to feel weak
You grasped my hands
pulling them behind me
Expertly binding them
and I pretended to get free
 
Your actions were exciting
Almost kinky in a way
Your body pushing against me
as I submissively lay
I didn’t know who you were
I perhaps did not care
Was this even a dream
Or a fantasy nightmare
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Kinky

Free

Dream

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Broken

Broken
Broken like the clock
On the mantle
Broken like the wing
Of a Bird
Broken like
The egg in the bowl
Broken like the silence
Of the words never heard

A heart left in pieces
After you rendered your speech
You have exited my world
And you are now out of reach

Feeling shattered and
Broken in a thousand parts
It is the sliver of glass
That is optimism in my heart

I struggle to sweep the
Remaining fragments of my dream
Strewn in explosion
A world of hope to redeem

Broken like branches of a tree
That has slowly bent and withered
I am crippled by the performance
So cruelly delivered

Broken is my spirit
Reparation unlikely to come
Broken is this heart
The grief to which I must succumb

Christine Bolton

In response to today’s Word Prompt – Broken

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