Cheryl Ann Ross Poet I do not know?

Turning Dreams Into Poetry

I woke up this morning with three new poems
 on my mind.
Now that I’m up and had my coffee, not
one of them can I find.

Each one was a dream that I remembered in 
a half asleep, half awake state.
I had them all etched in my mind, but getting them
on paper was not their ultimate fate.

I laid in bed half asleep and marveled at the brilliance 
of each poem.
But now with my eyes wide open, all my mind wants
to do is roam.

First, I was the bride in a wedding, all beautifully
dressed in white.
Next I was sitting here wondering why my jeans
have been fitting so damn tight.

Then I dreamed I was somewhere in Mexico, on the
beach just soaking up rays.
The next thing that popped up in my mind
was all the bills I need to pay.

The third dream was the hardest to remember. I was driving
down the California coast.
But then the only thing I could think of was, what
time should I put in the roast.

Well, I guess this is the only “great” poem coming from
my mind today.
And I have figured it all out, that in just waking up, there
is a price that you have to pay.
 
So, now I’ve learned my lesson. A notebook and
pencil now lay beside my bed.
And tomorrow when I wake up, I’ll put on paper,
all those thoughts I have dancing in my head.

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