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.
Beautifully done, Lizy!
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Thanks Susan x
DeleteWow, pretty harsh, her jar of dreams is one of nightmares
ReplyDeleteMaybe she has that kind of life.
Deletei guess she needs help. it's time to see a psychiatrist.
ReplyDeleteOr to talk to a good friend.
DeleteI hope someday she finds happiness on more than just the occasional day. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Alastair.
DeleteSuch a troubled soul. Well done Liz.
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Thanks Keith.
DeleteA jar of nightmares. I'm glad she has a few shells. Nicely written and creative piece, Lizy!
ReplyDeleteEven when your life is full of troubles there has to be a let-up sometimes!
DeleteBeautiful job.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lisa.
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteThese dreams sound more like nightmares. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle.
DeleteThat 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.
ReplyDeleteShe's obviously not happy, that's for sure.
DeleteA disturbed life but a lovely poem. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Subroto.
DeleteOh man... dunno that I would want that collection of notes...
ReplyDeleteThey do say that writing dreams down gets them out of your head.
DeleteSo beautiful... So many things said in so few words.. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anshu.
DeleteOh! I loved this. Even though there are nightmares, there is also a little solace through the shells. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alicia.
DeleteLoved this poem
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Thank you, Maz.
DeleteMay your every night be a sea shell.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dawn - that's a lovely thought X
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