Cheryl Hoffman Poet Light Verse

Dabbling In Dreams

The cotton candy clouds melted in my mouth
as I flew over the menacing tiger who was crouched
with his mouth open catching all my loose teeth
I flew away quickly not wanting to be within his reach,

Then before I knew it I was traveling on a speeding train
in a cabin looking out the window at the torrential rain
the train now floating haphazardly in the rising water
I swam out the window and used a cushion as a floater,

I kept floating losing my attire in the swift current
till I reached a town standing naked in front of a merchant
who pointed and gasped until embarrassed I ran away
into a crowd of onlookers who gasped with dismay,

Running away down the sidewalk I looked at my feet
which were dry and cracked from the searing heat
fully dressed again I was once more a pigtailed youngster
pedaling quickly away from some invisible monster,

Next thing I was in my bathing suit frolicking in a big wave
getting knocked down I felt like I was in a daze
suddenly I felt a strangers warm compassionate hand
pick me up out of the water and place me on dry land,

To which my alarm suddenly woke me up out of my hazy dream
disheveled I tried to remember it as I looked out the window screen.






1-20-18

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Pat Adams January 21, 2018 at 7:37 PM I rarely remember my dreams but I do remember quite a few of them where I could fly. You definitely captured the feeling of dreams though. Good write!! Cheryl Hoffman January 21, 2018 at 7:47 PM Same here; very rarely remember them myself but remember when younger flying in them quite a bit! Thanks so much for very kind comment and visit Pat; really appreciate it!~Che :)

Silent One January 21, 2018 at 8:26 AM We have all been there.. I always have dreams of this mystical woman, I wonder if it is my twin flame calling me.... some great lines in this poem Che.. Cheryl Hoffman January 21, 2018 at 10:13 AM Could be as anything is possible in our dreams! Thanks so much for very kind comment and visit Silent One; really appreciate it!~Che :)

John Gondolf January 21, 2018 at 6:47 AM Well written, Cheryl, you captured the way dreams seem to meander aimlessly from thought to thought. John Cheryl Hoffman January 21, 2018 at 9:00 AM Yes, meandering is definitely a good way to describe dreams! Thanks so much for very kind comment and visit John; really appreciate it!~Che :)

Tom Cunningham January 21, 2018 at 1:01 AM Really enjoyed this, beautiful flow, its amazing how you go from scene to scene in a dream and those that are so good that when you wake up, you try and go back to sleep to carry on with it. I think we've all had the standing in the altogether one and you cringe when you awake haha. Regards Tom. Cheryl Hoffman January 21, 2018 at 8:59 AM Yes, those moments are the ones when we definitely cringe and feel like were frozen with fear and cannot run when we desperately want to! Thanks so much for very kind comment and visit Tom; really appreciate it!~Che :)