abject daydreamer
a don quixote thinker
whimsical mind growth
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."
In twilight's hush, where dreams entwine.
The world sleeps on, while I align.
A weary heart, yet still I find,
Within the night, my thoughts unwind.
In Shadows deep, the whispers call,
And dance with dreams that own the night.
I'm just a day sleeper in the dark,
Chasing visions, igniting a spark.
The dawn will break; I'll fade from view,
Yet in this dream, I'm still with you.
A fleeting moment, sweet and rare,
In endless night, I find you there.
I'm just a day sleeper in the dark,
Chasing visions, igniting a spark,
When morning comes and shadows flee,
I'll close my eyes and long to be
in twilight's hush, where dreams entwine.
A day sleeper, lost in time.
I'm just a day sleeper in the dark,
Chasing visions, igniting a spark.
Wordweaver
inquisitive, imaginative, intuitive and playful
daughter of Alice and Albert
lover of my twin flame, family and Nature
who feels appreciation, delight and empathy
who fears oppression, the unknown and hateful emotions
who dreams new dreams, believes in tomorrow, never gives up
resident of Acushnet, Massachusetts
Gelinas
My husband Bill my center flame
and I the moth drawn in so close
he bathes my life with candlelight —
I shed my wings and fall for him again and again
If only I could take you on a tour
To the worlds that my brain has built
And show you the lives I live
The colors I paint my walls with
The stories I draft on my brain cells
The places I travel to
And the places that I create inside it
Would you have understood me, maybe.
We are made to make it up as we go
extracting wild ideas from our minds;
Dancing to music no one else can hear
yet graceful every motion seems to flow;
Buried moments turn into hidden finds
once uncovered they never disappear;
The strongest cravings you can satisfy
just escape reality shut those blinds;
Fall asleep wander without any fear,
listen to a daydreamer’s lullaby
my dear.
I'm daydreaming again
Poor rich a soil farmer
I dream of chalk boarding a whale song
Dreams of brain-teasing
Dreaming about buying mother a pair of ruby slippers Daydreaming again
I am cliff dwelling
As whirlpooling inchworms with frosted Halo crawls
I dream Royal purple salmon from the sea
Dancing with Antarctic pink seals daydreaming again cliff dwelling whirlpooling inchworms Frost Halo salmon from the sea daydreaming again cumulonimbus ?
5/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Susan
wife of Bill,
mother of Brock, Julianna, Jocelyn, Marcus
Heather and Billy, Jr.
grandmother of Logan, Delaney and Isaac
daughter of Alice and Albert and sister of Michael and Diane
lover of family, imagination and artistic expression, the skies in all its moods and wild places
who is patient with others but impatient with self, is inquisitive, confident yet insecure
who embraces laughter as well as tears, the thrill of wonderment, the beauty of empathy
and fears loss of freedom, the unknown and hateful emotions
who would like to see her children’s dreams come true, the other side of the heavens and the end of man’s inhumanity to man, animals and Nature
a proud lifelong resident and beach enthusiast of the South Coast of Massachusetts
Ashley.
Susan Ashley
October 14, 2019
I daydream in my car
driving on auto pilot
Not surprised when I reach
work, as it happens daily.
I am in the zone of
complete and utter unknowing
Scary when you realize
I am behind the wheel of a car
I am a daydreamer from way back.
It started in third grade
When an overly harsh teacher
shut me down almost completely
Daydreaming saved me daily in her class,
for she thought I was listening so I was not punished as often as the others.
Notebook décor, hearts and flowers, created with glitter pens, and pretty inks.
Fancy bubble letters writing out love, tulip, magic, and other dainty words.
Mrs. John Pebbles, slyly written inside the notebook, or hidden without, as to not alert
Fourteen-year-old shy John, who might instantly flame up with a horrified red face.
The thirteen-year-old artist/daydreamers smiles as she doodles and colors, math class long forgotten.
She begins coloring in her shapes with turquoise, purple, lavender, pink, red, and yellow.
“MARY!”
Teacher sounds irritated to the listeners in the class.
Mrs. John Pebbles does not hear, she is enmeshed in a glorious daydream with her prince.
“MARY!” A few others look up, but not Mrs. J.
Colored pens are rapidly confiscated by teacher in a swift angry arm swoop upon Mary’s desk.
Mrs. John Pebbles looks up and glares at her with her full woman glare.
A housewife one second, and now a mere thirteen-year-old in math class.
A woman who cannot adorn is a woman scorned.
Enthralled by mystic notions
Lights on, but no one there
Her spirit within the oceans
Challenging reality’s square
Four corners could never keep her
Safe and sound inside
Too much, a daytime dreamer
To stay within the lines
Not a sound was heard by others
Still, she swayed with grace
Her thoughts became her lovers
Adorning an abandoned place
The rain is diluting the seawater
The waves seem higher and rougher
I´m blown by the storm wind
Dancing in the rain in my mind
I’m joyfully leaping like a clown
Among raindrops falling down
I’m nowhere and everywhere
People call me a daydreamer
once an old girl from old kent
dreaming ten years in a tent
awoke to find
out of her mind
shes ten years behind in rent.
i cannot help that i am a daydreamer on earth
i travel into space to get away from the normal creatures
on my little journey, i discover my head and work to clear it to crystalline
i may be banned from the overabundance of crumpled paper on the alternative planet's floor
however i repay the community with my creative prowess
i guess they accept the value of my sincerity
i just wish that i could get that on earth
maybe then i would not have to come here to find the solace that i desire
then again, a new respect for the the expansion of my mind's eye is what i surprisingly acquire
My love my symphony
My Reality
I ponder and wait for your return
To which I worry with concern
It's been far to long this war
My fingers actively write this score
my music inspires hope to your cause
As sleepless nights I long for your touch
Your sacrifices are to much
For your king and country
I wish you could see
That a woman's love needs you
Please keep safe in all you do,
remember to hold my heart in your endeavour
For I will love you forever.
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