Poetry/Rhyme/Quietude in a Dream Copyright Protected, ID 07-1661-280-24 All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
Written, July 24, 2024 For the International Contest, Eight Words sponsor, Joseph May, Judged, 07/27/2024
Third Place
Dreamer
In my dream ... I am swirling in circles, lost in a wild turbulent vortex surge; light flutters and pirouettes with sparkles, and at last from the whirlwind ... I emerge. I am in this secluded place hued green, an illusion airy, misty pretty; love places not synthetic ... but serene. Is this only a place of dreams ? ... Pity ! I do like rustic pastoral terrain, but, love this place of flowers, water, trees; the sun an emanate radiate stain, bursting forth, scattered light binging a breeze. At dawn ... I watch a sweet blossom unfold, in the arising sun they will flourish; in the silence the scene is bathed in gold, the stillness, calmness, quietness ... nourish. I wish that this was not a timeless dream, endless and infinite and eternal; but, my own sweet perpetual moon beam, to a hued place ... when I am nocturnal.
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