I Dream, Afraid

I Dream, Afraid

I dream of a cottage garden in the midst of a wooded land,  
A beautiful, colorful place, God and nature walk hand in hand.
Above clouds and trees, souls sometimes soar for a glimpse at heaven’s door.
Then, back they fall to bask in light amid shaded flowers galore.

I dream of a walk in Paris down a street lined with artists’ work,
Prominent vibrant painting places where views will connoisseurs perk.
Along those streets of smooth cobblestone green moss grows between the cracks.
The artists’ paint serenely strokes street scenes; swarms gather at their backs.  

I dream of a distant patron with interest in my arts’ success,
Whose guiding help fortifies my world and eliminates distress.
Someone out there with marketing flare one someone who really cares.
And brings my dreams across the gap between raw talent and luminaries.

I dream this dream that many others dream throughout artistic groups.
But here I am with heartfelt dreams afraid to jump through any hoops.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
April 2009

Poetic form: Lyrical-Couplets

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/23/2010 12:40:00 PM

Don't be afraid, (take out that word afraid) Just dream, sweet Dane! (i have been to the street of the artists in Paris, when I was just 18 student abroad program. I still have my picture an artist sketched of me!) You have written something that many of us dream about. But sadly, I don't think poets are valued much in this world. If you have a movie star husband or something, maybe you can get famous with poetry. haha. BTW, I DID enter the betrayal contest, but with my poem, sweet deathly rose!