While reading the delightful novels of *Maugham
My mind drifted to the enchanting streets of Paris.
Teaching the plays of Moliere, my *roamings started
Over entrancing *National theatre of Paris, or the Globe
Next day reading aloud the poem “My luv was like a red…”
The captivating poem of the bard Robert Burns of *Eyre
Shifting to Dublin to feel the romance of *the Abbey
And the play School for Scandal of Richard Sheridan.
There are patterns and patterns of fascinating dreams
And I knew creativity and genius don’t come from patterns
Like Mark Twain I had no unpleasant or stressful situations
As is said daydreaming or dreams deride non-productive pastime
But can be constructive in some contexts of fine arts or science
Proved to be a enrapturing realities in the later years of my life
Visiting all the dreamed-of-places of my day-dreaming raptures.
But still daydreaming has not left me as I have still dreams of
Visiting the entrancing lands of Anna Karenina and *Nora Helmer.
Six place win
Contest: Any Poem Goes
* The Roamings is the title of my book published in 2001
* Somerset Maugham, the great novelist
*National Theatre of Paris where Moliere acted and wrote.
*Eyre the birth place of Burns I visited in 1989
*The Abbey in Ireland as famous as The Globe of London
*Mark Twain has written about a tragic incident while daydreaming.