Constance La France Poet Quatrain

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In My Sleep

I close my eyes and soon drift to another world,
and I find myself in a lush garden;
I hear ocean waves crashing on a shore,
a quiet voice is talking and I say, "pardon?"

Soon, I hear a lot of chatter and muttering,
and sweet music-  Symphony 5, by Beethoven;
there is a great assemblage of many creatures,
the notes swirl far into the ocean.

The flowers sway and I find my dream self dancing,
and I am laughing and talking to each creature;
even each beautiful flower has a voice,
then I fall, fall- falling wrapped in nature.

And in my soft bed I am talking in my sleep,
I am creating words with syllables;
saying, "I must write a Haiku or a Quatrain."
Waking, I find myself talking in syl-la-bles !

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January 14, 2017

Poetry/Quatrain/In My Sleep
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9584-42-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.

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Eve Roper November 9, 2017 at 1:39 PM Oh so very familiar , I tend to do so much of this... ... I have to write what is on my mind :) Fantastic write, Broken Wings. Hugs Eve ~`*

James Inman November 9, 2017 at 6:32 AM Lovely, dream BW. When I was young all of my dreams were Nightmares, until I learned to control them, then they became strange and sometimes creepy but I miss them very much at times. I remember very few dreams now.

Sunlite Wanter November 8, 2017 at 6:48 PM Amazing what you can see when you close your eyes! I really enjoyed this.

Janice Canerdy November 8, 2017 at 2:26 PM So creative and appealing, Constance! Janice

Vijay Pandit November 8, 2017 at 2:08 PM You have wonderful imagination BW--a well written poem!