CayCay Godwin Poet Prose

THE WAYS OF DREAMS

Yesteryear, dreams as promises perched on my pillow.  Faithscapes 
were landscaped with dream manifestations.  Yet, arrival was aloof 
to youthful years when I lacked fears and my strength was of infinite, 
eager length.  Now, in my winter, I often sight dream chances.   How 
cruel time is to deliver dream possibility slivers in winter when one's
vitality is history and old age, a reality!

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Andrea Dietrich March 29, 2026 at 7:42 PM It's a profound one, Caycay. All I can think is that by phone, the lines spill onto other lines, totaling 11 lines. I really hate that about seeing poems on our phones.

Sand Blown March 26, 2026 at 3:53 PM ah.....beauty-full poem......dream chances...... these years sleep be 'now and again'; can't actually predict it anymore.....so, dreams with respect my hobbies are frequent.... len

I Am Anaya March 24, 2026 at 5:48 PM nonetheless, I hope your dreams come true, CayCay beautifully written, you are true poetess and legacy shall name you just that. Your homepage is very nice. Warm wishes. KJ, (lol)!

Karen Jones March 24, 2026 at 5:44 PM This reminds me of a phrase my aunt says, “Once you get your head together, your butt falls apart!” Giggles and I suppose God gives wisdom to the seniors as to not have it wasted on the thrill seeking youth. You make very good points in your poem.

Eve Roper March 24, 2026 at 8:47 AM I am there with you. Well said. Hope you are doing well

Paige Hind March 23, 2026 at 5:39 PM Wow, you surely did great with whatever show this was you watched. I like your prose poetry. <3

Sand Blown March 23, 2026 at 5:38 PM i love winter....it's a temperature touchy experience.....andt....dreams delivered by now-time are a science of the mind...... len : ) ......

Joseph P. DiMino March 23, 2026 at 9:02 AM Yep...I have yet to find the wisdom in aging. Would rather have remained ignorant but with lots of vitality, and greater chance to dream through fruition. What the heck, I adjust my Faithscapes...practical but not as much fun. Blessings my friend.

David Crandall March 23, 2026 at 8:25 AM Beautifully penned! I can relate to this character. I still have dreams, but now they are often backward, rather than forward, facing.

Valsa George March 22, 2026 at 8:37 PM Dreams do not care for age. Perhaps such dreams can drive one to vitality even in old age. Beautifully composed.

Gershon Wolf March 22, 2026 at 8:04 PM Ah, but the best is yet to come! And that includes vitality. Do not doubt it. Merely go find it. It's there...

Joseph May March 22, 2026 at 7:25 PM In the ups and downs of life, dreams can wither, and then bloom, Nicely penned

Andrea Dietrich March 22, 2026 at 12:31 PM So so true. I really like this one a lot. What the heck. A fave. Is it for Seth's contest? CayCay Godwin March 22, 2026 at 1:53 PM Line Gauthier. Thanks for the fav, Andrea, appreciate you. CayCay

Paula Goldsmith March 22, 2026 at 12:28 PM "THE WAYS OF DREAMS" is a wonderful write/story. I enjoyed reading...  Have a fun day/week to come writing away...........

Silent One March 22, 2026 at 11:15 AM Hey CayCay, The contrast between “yesteryear” and “winter” is really effective and it makes the passage of time feel tangible. I especially like the idea of dreams being “promises perched on my pillow” versus later becoming just “slivers.” It gives a strong sense of how perspective changes with age. CayCay Godwin March 22, 2026 at 11:50 AM THANK YOU, you didn't have to visit, but I'm glad you came. Good to see you on one of my pages again and I always enjoy what you have to say. BE WELL CayCay

Victor Buhagiar March 22, 2026 at 9:03 AM Sometimes you read me. Maybe it's a dream. I dream a lot........dark dreams :)

Lin Lane March 21, 2026 at 7:29 PM Yesteryear's dreams don't always come true, and I suppose it was naive of us to expect them to, but we're still waking up each morning to make new ones... maybe not the pie in the sky type, but some of those silver lining types that we need on rainy days. Hugs to you, CayCay. CayCay Godwin March 22, 2026 at 5:11 AM HUG Lin Lane March 21, 2026 at 8:45 PM CayCay, your poetry is as smooth as Tennessee Whiskey, you’re as sweet as strawberry wine. Reading you warms me like a glass of brandy! We’re that close ;-) CayCay Godwin March 21, 2026 at 7:33 PM Yes, my Precious Lin, but did you like the poem? I'm laughing, I believe we're close enough for me to tease that way. I agree with you, I have no issue with the working of dreams, just acceptance. I was influenced to write this by a character in a movie I watched. Again, I'm being playful with my 1st line in this reply. CayCay