Ann Gilmour Poet Rhyme

Unlike the Ship Titantic

The sun is slowly going down and sinking out of sight
The sky begins to darken as it turns from day to night
With no full moon to light the way a spotlight way up high
For this will be the longest night before the sun lights up the sky

I climb into my bed to sleep ~ relaxing I feel calmer
As listening to my radio to a good old fashioned drama
And as I very gently start to drift towards the land of nod
I dream I’m on a fishing boat in which I catch a cod
The sea is getting turbulent with waves so high and wild
But it’s only me inside the boat and I am just a child
I hang on tightly to the side, the boat begins to flail
How scary being tossed around ~ the wind becomes a gale

I fear that I’m about to drown
The boat feels like it’s going down
The fish is still alive so I return him to the sea
So he can see another day and breathe again like me
When suddenly a celestial voice calls out from up above
The voice comes straight from Heaven
A Guardian Angel full of love
Then slowly I begin to wake but still I’m in a panic
I know the boat did not go down ~ unlike the ship Titanic

I look upon the clock face and see to my dismay
That just an hour has elapsed it’s not a brand new day
So alas it is not morning ~  still night time here instead
And no longer feeling sleepy as I rise up from my bed
I go into the kitchen to make myself a drink
And as I wander half asleep I then begin to think
Unlike the ship Titanic my small boat it did not sink
But even though this was a dream I won’t return to bed
Drifting into peaceful slumber upon my couch instead

Written 2017

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Vijay Pandit February 17, 2021 at 6:26 AM Amazing how dreams, when we are in them, feel so real. You took me on that exploration splendidly with your pen, Ann. Ann Gilmour February 17, 2021 at 9:12 AM Thank you so much Vijay for your lovely comments, yes dreams, especially scary ones always seem to stay in your mind too long. I hope you are well my friend, as I haven't been so active lately on PS. I hope that will change soon. With kindest thoughts Ann xx

Victor Buhagiar February 17, 2021 at 4:45 AM Poor Ann. What a nightmare. But when the sun shines all will be well. ~~ Ann Gilmour February 17, 2021 at 5:37 AM Thank you Victor, though nowadays I don't dream as I hardly sleep! This is an old poem from 2017, but as my muse seems to have abandoned me I thought I would submit the above. Thank you for your comments dear Victor and yes as soon as that sun appears we all feel so much better... with kindest thoughts Ann xx