Storm tossed in my duvet
Slipping beneath waves of sleep,
Sometimes floating
Or clawing back to the surface.
Submerged in dreams
And in my galleon
Surrounded by dolphins
I finally wake
In the safe port
In the harbour,
Of bed…
Tag: Dream
Todays#bandofsketchers prompt, dreaming.
What on earth do you draw? I tried to think, but dreams are so ephemeral and hard to remember. They are fantastical and sometimes full of bizarre images. But I decided to draw a simple dream of a cat scooping up a fish… Hopefully it falls plop! Back into the pond!
Sleep
Sleep
Sixteen hours
Curled
Curved
Paws over nose
Twisted
Tummy stretch
Yawn
Pounce
Sleep again
Dreaming
Twitch
Warm
Purr
Pure love.
Seen it all before,
Eyes closed,
And repeat,
I wish
I wish I was in that boat,
floating on the lake,
watching the ducks
taking flight
with great strides
across the water….
Flap, flap, fly
soaring over me
reflected in the water
like the white sails
of the boat
stirring in the breeze
rippling the water.
Floating along, calm.
Is it time?
Is it time?
Is it time to sleep?
To rest
and dream
or fear
with nightmare?
Is it time
you walk through the dark
no light on show.
Up the stairs
through the bedroom door,
ready to sleep,
wake no more
till dawning light
pierces your eyes
awake again
no more to lie.
No sleep,
wake fast
it’s time.
Goodnight.
Cloud bird?
It was high up in the sky, a cloud shaped like a bird? No shaped like a white dove. A dove of peace.
All around the world people looked up and saw it. The symbol of peace.
We saw it one evening, then again the next day. It was happening everywhere. People were posting images on the Web. On visage journal and quick telegraph!
The government’s didn’t like it. They asked their troops and scientists to investigate. Look at the occurrences. Telescopes were trained on each cloud. Radar and radio telescopes. No sign of a reason. It was a mystery.
A week after it started it ended. People saw Elephants and crocodiles in the clouds, turtles and Teddy bears. But no mote of dust or speck of mist became a dove of peace. People started to miss them. Fights broke out between neighbours, children cried. The world had lost magic. Sadness flew round the world. Maybe one day there woukd be an answer.
Colour on the windowledge
Colour is my friend,
It holds my hand
Shines from my eyes
Visits my dreams.
Colours tickle my taste buds,
Get up my nose,
Flirts with my senses.
Colours touch my heart,
Play with my mind,
Cures my blues.
Colours are in me
Around me
Through me.
Are me!
Crossed paws
The cat has taken up residence on the microwave. He likes it in the kitchen because I think it’s cooler for him in the evening. The other cat sleeps upstairs. I just move things out of his way and he settles down. I like it when he crosses his front paws over his nose. He looks so cute.
Snuggled.
Paws crossed,
keeping the light out,
closed eyes,
relaxed,
asleep.
Sweet.
Paws twitch,
mad dream,
running and chasing
in his mind.
You can’t catch me,
he thinks,
as he curls into a tighter ball.
On my shoulders
The weight of the world,
making me creak,
making me break,
making me crumble and quake.
Pushing me down,
pushing me under,
finding a crack,
break me asunder.
Restricted and tight,
no room for movement,
shoulders so stiff,
I want to surrender.
Sleep is my safety,
sleep is my friend,
but like a lost child,
I cannot find peace.
Dreams do not come,
only a blackness,
to tired to think,
curled on my mattress.
One day I’ll wake,
free from this tension,
or I’ll be gone,
broken,
departed.
I wish..
I wish I could direct my dreams, if I could, I would travel to the seaside, or to a hilltop above a wood. I would look over at the setting sun. Red auburn hair of clouds wrapped round the bright orb. Wind blows streamers of air across the waves, or treetops, glistening light flickers over the boughs and branches. Gulls rise, then fall to roost. Night ascends, stars glint as shimmer. Sleep deepens. I doze.
