Dreams Do Escape

Perhaps,

I’m EARTHPOET–

With words buried

In mushrooms…

Deep in the forest

Amongst colonies of trees.

..

Tied to their roots

By delicate INTENTION,

My thoughts leak to the surface,

Dangling as leaves…

….

Or maybe,

I’m MERMUSE–

Hiding in the shadows,

Diving in the moonlight.

Singing songs of the wave.

..

My MYTH dances

As bubbles…

The daydreams of dolphins,

The pearl of an oyster…

One day.

….

*This little poetic expression was inspired by my friend Andrea who posted the poem “As for Poets” by Gary Snyder on Facebook today asking all her friends “what kind of poet are you?”.  My poem is my answer…

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Driving the Dreamship

What I want to know…

What I want to say …

Is will you come

With me to-day?

To go for a ride

On my DREAMSHIP

Where we’ll learn to fly,

Dive, twist, and FLIP…

In the DREAMSHIP school

We navigate life

With lots of love

And plenty of s p i c e.

I like to ask,

“Are you having fun?”

Cuz if you’re not

It’s time to RUN–

Run fast and hop

On your own dreamcraft…

Create a life

With more pizazz!

Each day you open

Your dreamship doors

And step into a world

That’s entirely YOURS.

Mind your thoughts.

And your feelings, too…

         The things you think

Come back to you.