I dreamed you beside me

in a small fishing village,

our bare feet dangling

from an ancient  wall.

Stone  soldiers, eternally

gaurding   held back the

swell of the rushing sea.

By the  beacon of a distant

lighthouse sea birds flew over

only to vanish beneath its

woeful beam.

A shell at my ear  I held you,

gathered  you in silk arms of netting.

Losing  my grip you slipped away,

freed from the catch of dreams.

sea side

 

 

117 thoughts on “net of dreams

  1. I absolutely love how you describe waking dreams. The emotions invoked are an inebriating sedative. The setting is beautiful and naturally, the best place to recall a romantic time from the past. I identify with your poetry so well because my reflection is often as you describe it. Reflection and introspection are powerful curatives if we dare to partake of them regularly. I thank you for so deftly pulling back the curtains with your poetry, images, and thoughtfulness.

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      1. You are most welcome, Rene. I am hypersensitive to a lot of things and so anything I connect with can be quite powerful for me and of course, I try to covey the magnitude of that connection. But fear not, I’m actually quite harmless.

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  2. This poem took me back in time, as I once dangled my feet in the ocean sitting on a levee, exploring all the whys and why nots, a sense of burgeoning understanding settling gently within me. A stunning and beautiful poem.

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  3. Wow, My Dear!! A really awesome poem! Really loved your first and last two lines best – they really opened and delicately let the ending slip away!! Oh, so Beautiful!! Bellissimo, Holly, Bellissimo!!
    Xoxoxo

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  4. I dreamed of you beside me

    in that small village.

    Our feet dangling

    from an ancient wall.

    Stone soldiers, eternally

    guarding, held the

    swell of the rushing sea.

    By the beacon of a distant

    light, sea birds flew

    only to vanish beneath its

    woeful beam.

    I held a shell to my ear,

    gathered you in silk nets,

    lost my grip,

    and you slipped

    from there.

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          1. Well, I am never offended by someone attempting to edit my work. If the edits seem reasonable, I adapt them. They involve thought. It is a process of analysis. I post them so you know I am not stealing, but I am honoring you. You can delete them. I don’t have any other contact info. I often don’t waste time on things I don’t like. I don’t have any other way of honoring you. When I read poems, words come to me or I see things that inhibit might my enjoyment. If you don’t want me to respond, I may have to stop reading. It’s not fair to my mind.

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