10/01/2019

DREAMS - a poem for Friday Fictioneers


DREAMS

Each paper slip is a dream -
Green for walking in woods
where looming trees
grasp with gnarled fingers
Blue for drowning
yards from a shore
where no-one hears her screams
Red for dreams of sex
that leave her aching but alone
And the shells are those rare mornings
when she wakes refreshed
her subconscious washed clean
of a myriad hurts.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Priya Biapal for the image that prompted me this week to write a poem rather than flash fiction. Follow the links from Rochelle's blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/ to read what other writers were inspired to write.

30 comments:

  1. Wow, pretty harsh, her jar of dreams is one of nightmares

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  2. i guess she needs help. it's time to see a psychiatrist.

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  3. I hope someday she finds happiness on more than just the occasional day. Nice one!

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  4. A jar of nightmares. I'm glad she has a few shells. Nicely written and creative piece, Lizy!

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    1. Even when your life is full of troubles there has to be a let-up sometimes!

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  5. Dear Liz,

    These dreams sound more like nightmares. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. That was a great read and what an imaginative take on the prompt! Colours and images that would calm and delight other people scare her and freak her out. She really needs to get help.

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    1. She's obviously not happy, that's for sure.

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  7. A disturbed life but a lovely poem. Very well done.

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  8. Oh man... dunno that I would want that collection of notes...

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    1. They do say that writing dreams down gets them out of your head.

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  9. So beautiful... So many things said in so few words.. Loved this.

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  10. Oh! I loved this. Even though there are nightmares, there is also a little solace through the shells. Nicely done.

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  11. Loved this poem

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  12. May your every night be a sea shell.

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    1. Thanks Dawn - that's a lovely thought X

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