Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Dreams Call To Your Soul Voice

Wisps of inspiration, subtle spiritual delight
Muse dances on gray beam, flashing saucily
Letting in nurturing light, gentle sweet softness,
Night’s magic flute, calls to your soul voice, level unknown 
Except in natural light dream state.

Angelic whispers, tittering, so subtly, kindly unnoticed.
Reflecting ethereal power of soul’s honesty mirror.
Daytime words given gracefully during dream magic.
Ancestral flow, unbroken, understood, unrehearsed.

Nightly heart-soothing REM sleep magic.
Poet floats effortlessly near God’s sweet heavenly gate.
Muse satisfied, deep sleep welcome, mind undisturbed.
Humanity restored, truth satisfied, magic sand sprinkled
With heartfelt and pure spirit, inspiration resumes at soul level.


Written 9-9-2018                                         Contest 495
                                                                  Sponsor: Brian Strand

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Line Gauthier September 18, 2018 at 1:39 PM Delightful imagery, Caren. Congrats on your gold medal win. Caren Krutsinger September 18, 2018 at 2:30 PM Thank you Line. I appreciate your stop by and lovely comment.

Rhona Mcferran September 15, 2018 at 1:46 AM I could use some of these dreams, they sound lovely! (Lately, I've just been content that the nightmares have stopped... but I don't really remember having ANY dreams when I wake.) Rhona Mcferran September 15, 2018 at 7:11 AM I don't know why, but I seem to get the most amazing ideas when I am either half falling asleep or half waking up... it drives me crazy, because I hate to lose a good idea! Caren Krutsinger September 15, 2018 at 3:29 AM I never remember the whole dream, but I sometimes wake up saying the end line of a poem, and when that happens, I run toward my pen and hope it is not out of ink.