Carrie Richards Poet Free verse

Daydreamer

Daydreams are not the perogative of the very young.
The older one gets, the more we need to stray...
We set our minds on the immediate task
So careful, we tred, of not losing the way,
Yet often our thoughts come to a cross-road
Where a wooden signpost may have a name
A name that takes our thoughts to another day
Another place, another face 
And suddenly our thoughts journey through the unexpected
No more a road of painful duty, of deep reluctance
On the contrary, ...
A coming home to thoughts that fill the heart
Where common sense flies out the window
To be replaced by the reasonless
Excitement of a child returning home from school
Knowing that summer, or a holiday, begins in the morrow
Coming home, 
Coming home to a splendid world
If only in a dream

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Margaret Foster February 2, 2010 at 1:37 AM Nothing wrong with a bit of daydreaming. sometimes life can be tiring and daydreaming relieves the stress....A lovely poem Carrie....thank you for your kind words today....Margaret

Marty Owens February 1, 2010 at 7:34 PM Coming home in a dream...I love that thought...Wonderful poem...Marty

Deepanshi Chaudhry January 31, 2010 at 9:31 AM such beauty...brought tears to my eyes...thank you for sharing this beauty...

Sara Lokken January 31, 2010 at 7:49 AM I used to be more of a daydreamer than I am now...presently, for the past few years, it's been replaced with introspection. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. I couldn't write about him for a long time. Love...

Charmaine Chircop January 31, 2010 at 7:04 AM I wish to be home,if only in a dream Carrie.. I daydreamed on the schoolbench in my mathematics lesson for sure, I daydream at work, at home.. I day dream and night dream,I bet all poets do,otherwise if we dont dream we cannot write,,good poem indeed..Charma

Sean Kelly January 31, 2010 at 1:42 AM Carrie , as I read your piece , the Monkees were on my radio . Yup !! you guessed it : " Daydream Believer "and it sounded as good as it did 40 odd years ago . So daydream onnnnnn ....

Samir Georges January 30, 2010 at 10:38 PM If only in a dream, indeed. I often ask myself, how much greater is the bounded world that our boundless dreams? Our dreams can make us feel, but we are bound by what we have felt in the past, we are bound by the realization that those "boundless" dreams are an illusion, the wall is there, invisible, in our memories. If we have not loved, we can no more dream of a future with love than we can live without loneliness. We dreamers, our dreams are endless, our lives are not.

Carolyn Devonshire January 30, 2010 at 8:00 PM Although I daydreamed as a child, people said these flights of fantasy would diminish as I grew older. How wrong they were, Carrie. It seems we need to come "home to a splended world" even more as adults. Very nice! Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich January 30, 2010 at 7:23 PM Yes if only in a dream, dear Carrie. It's strange but I daydreamed MUCH more in my youth, I think becuase I did not KNOW that much of what was in store for me was nothing like my dreams. haha. And now I do dream sometimes and wish I was right BACK there dreaming all over again awake! I really enjoyed this one. LUv, andrea

Kim Hilliker January 30, 2010 at 6:05 PM Thank goodness for daydreams. Beautiful write. Thanks for sharing.