The footprints of an ant
as it trudges in the dust
The fluttering of leaves
stirred by a windy gust
A stratus cloud
silhouettes against the sky
There's a flock of coral red head brolgas
in casual formation as they fly
The stunning streak of rays
as the sunlight breaks the dawn
Signals that another magic day
once again has just been born
The billowing of large clouds
suggests an imminent storm
The arching of a rainbow
a constant structured coloured form
Ripples on the water
of a tiny bubbling stream
All these enchanting patterns of nature
mesmerised, time to rest, just daydream
a glowing gaze was slowly met
or so it at first had seemed
irises in-twined and slowly set
into these lover's dreams
they build their memories
the seconds pass
their breathe is lost
conversations made of gasps
the hearts inside their chest were robbed
once beating, now have stopped
still it lingers
as eons fade
with outstretched, reaching fingers
these lovers will forever stay
and search no other way.
Christopher Pitts/2012
Dandelion dreams blowing in wind
And I’m nodding off again
Yellow sun shining so bright
Doesn’t matter if it’s not night
Roses tickle my nose red
Eagerly sliding on frilly daybed
Amber yawn that state my peace
Mind is calm ready to softly sleep
Toying with the summer breeze.
Free... not a care in the world.
Falcon circling among the clouds.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Wait… what was I doing?
Why am I here again?
Brain’s on vacation,
Needs a good explanation.
Lost my thoughts somewhere,
Guess they’re stuck in the air.
Maybe my brain’s tired,
So it took a break somewhere.
I tried to think once…
But my brain said, “Nah, I’m on lunch.”
Why do I have a brain?
It just sits there, no gain.
I forgot what I forgot.
Maybe that’s a lot.
Thinking’s kinda hard,
So I sleep in my yard.
Sometimes I forget why I forgot,
Which makes me wonder a lot.
If you call me dumb,
I’ll say, “I’m just having fun.”
A spray of gold, a sunflower flash,
a feeling, a sinking before the splash.
A sea of blue, a sapphire sky,
a glitter, a twinkle within your eye.
A stream of orange, a citrus glare,
a scent, a smell that lingers on your hair.
A flood of green, an emerald smile,
a sigh, a whisper, to make it all worthwhile.
A fountain of red, a ruby glow,
a love, a passion of which no one knows.
A river of yellow, a sunshine bright,
a compulsion, a need to hold you through the night.
A shower of silver, a crystal song,
a taste, a glimpse, before it's all gone.
A wash of pink, a rose descript,
an urge, a longing to taste your lips.
A rain of purple, a violet hue,
a moment, a chance, to say, "I love you."
aboard the 71, about halfway down the left side
i sit facing forward, heart leaping as he embarks—
he’s on the way to the grocery store,
or his sister’s house,
or work, but he’s running late;
standing room only
he grabs a handle facing me.
he catches my eye and i his,
waves at me with all five fingers and
i wish to hold them in mine, trace
the outline of the bones in his hand,
look into his eyes deeply,
see what’s true;
two stops later, a seat opens up on the right—
one row ahead.
dark, curly hair.
i take measured glances,
don't stare don't draw unwanted attention.
i want his arms around me,
to look into his eyes some more.
he disembarks.
It was the perfect romance but it wasn’t real now I have to hold myself accountable for the things I feel and weed out what wasn’t real to heal
There's a hint
of winter in the evening air
as the autumn days
dwindle down to a golden few
but I'm looking forward to
spring and all it will bring
when the whole wide world
is reborn anew
and then with summer
just around the corner
to see me through
I'm thinking of
early mornings with you
to meet the sun
and how a daydream or two
for now will do
to put these winter blues
on the run
"Fantasy ~ Imagination Are Twins. Having a fun time playing together in our dreams." By Poet
As I look into last night's "Dream,"
I see a "Visualization" downstream.
I see a huge bear and cubs dressed in lace of red and cream,
that is a crazy color scheme.
Is my "Imagination" going up in steam?
The bears looked very "Whimsy" like out of a daydream,
has this "Hullucination" gone to the extreme?
"Reverie" by this cold water stream.
In this wild dream I found no self-esteem,
just a large bright overhead laser beam.
No more eating ice cream with triple whipping cream.
eggshells crack ~ hummingbird trills awaken columbine sprouts
Wolf.
Puma.
Long-necked (or was it
long-bodied?)
Dragon.
Forest...Fire.
A Bunny, cute -
and on its back.
A Bounding Fox
with Seaspray Fluff
of Following Tail.
A long-nosed Fellow
bearing bulbous eyes;
grown wider with surprise
at the Cloudball gone:
teetering off from said
Nose.
A Wingsuit Aerialist
falling bellylong into
greens below. Laughing.
An Otter, now -
popped up from (,some-
how,) a Prairie Dog’s hole.
Over the Water Gap.
A profile, of
a Presence’s Silouhette
but with lip backlit...
and Chin. About to
Smile in the foreground
of...a
...Waterfall of Light.
Curiously, a Bighorn Seahorse Sheep.
I drive.
Press on.
I drive.
Look up.
I drive.
Clouds drift. I drive.
Reluctantly I sat abusing
Some old and sad familiar musing
That for some reason kept refusing
To lie quietly
A thought that in a moment read
Was understood and put to bed
Now prancing once more round my head
O daring memory
Why must thee wallow on the tongue
Barren tree with fruit unsprung
Tormenting, tempting songs unsung
In endless reverie
So oft times I've thought before
Unquiet spirit I implore
Why dost thou rattle through these doors
Of vain assurety
Must I bear this burden hence
Without knowing why or whence
These troubled thoughts but for a pence
In silent suffering
There was an old man who marched in Dublin,
danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean.
Guinness stout in clinking glass
he drank whole night en masse.
Through the day he dreamed Celtic dreams umpteen.
I have been floating these days,
in between thoughts,
in between words.
I have been grateful,
and sick to my stomach at the unfairness
of it all.
Constellations strung together by invisible
threads pull me back together,
they place my bare feet gently back on
soft grass.
My, I have no idea of what I am trying to say-
but I know,
I know that
my eyes are heavy and sleepy daydreams
have taken root in place of this blanched reality.
I would love to lay my head on a soft pillow
tonight and let my thoughts drift out
into the sea-
to drown,
to swim,
to float.
To do what heavy and light thoughts do-
sink or save you.
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