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Door open,
hurtling loud and at full speed
towards my destination,
beneath me a blur
of mounded ballast
and withered grass,
the world coming into focus more
the further out I look -
graffitied fences, factories
still wearing the soot
of steam trains from decades
before, a mountain of stacked
wooden pallets, car wrecks
piled four high.
Late sixties, on my way
to work on the 7.10
from Alberton, all stops
to Cheltenham then express
to the City. The station names
flash by, Woodville, Kilkenny,
Croydon, Bowden all pass dreamlike
through a disconnected stare.
A vague residual left by the thoughts
back then still seem to slop
around my memory. I can feel
panic claw on the window
trying to get out.
I arrive fifty five years later,
on time, here, a world away
looking out on a soft fall
of summer rain. My journey
has gone by all too fast
on the 7.10 express train.
When everyone else is talking and talking…
And then something happens…
And then they talk about that thing that just happened.
And they all turn to me and ask what I think?
And I try to explain something that happened a moment ago.
But it’s like, they already understand.
All of them, everyone in the world, everyone but me.
And it’s like, they want me to say something that builds upon that understanding.
I have thoughts, and thoughts, and thoughts.
And the thoughts are very strange and dreamlike.
Not that anyone cares.
Maybe I said something crazy again, so they decided to move on.
But whatever.
I feel so free all of the sudden!
I can feel my surroundings lift and shift around me,
Until I am in a new place and time.
Because that was a dream!
Or maybe something very dream-like.
And I rest, until my alarm goes off!
And I open my phone to 50 messages.
And my mom is yelling at me for some reason.
For what reason, I’ll never know.
Poetry for me is all consuming, encompassing pain from tears I have shed
Only Poetry Soup lifts my spirit up high; I write poems from inside my head
Early each morn or late in the night, a time of hope as I pray I can write
Though if my muse doth take a snooze, I call her name gently and to my delight
Rose returns from an afternoon doze, full of rhymes, acrostics, clerihews and prose
Yells of delight if one of my writes is placed up high with words I’ve transposed
As each day new friends write inspiring posts, for poems I have lovingly penned
Now I live all alone in the place I call home, where tranquillity begins to descend
Dreamlike images from my soul, come and go like the sea’s ebb and flow
My life feels meaningful once again, with sunshine not rain, I’m loving life so
Enwrapping my soul in a cashmere stole that transports me to places I yearn to go
21st February 2019
Contest: Poetry and Me
Sponsor: Silent One
1st place
Contest Strand Select V
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
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It was just another desk
propped against a cardboard wall,
nothing fancy or dreamlike
and on a notepad
from someone’s kitchen drawer were scrawled
words, little phrases
in permanent ink, but not crumble proof,
as he did this a lot
The bin had a wide mouth
as if yawning and he understood
Taking aim, the rim a foe, the floor a captor,
distracted by
fluorescent light flickers
from a ballast that can’t
seem to keep
its head above water
His arms stick to the top,
sweat gathers in familiar corners
while he writes yet again
whatever it is that triggers his mind
and he too yawns
one more for the floor
Just a little tyke
When on the hearth~strike
Then blaze
Warmth flowed throughout like
Happiness 'pon trike
Young days
When you were godlike
I'd feel dreamlike
A phase
Let me paraphrase
It's not hollandaise
Just dreams
Down by waterways
Where God I could praise
Fish teem
As 'pon stream I gaze
Large bream dreams always
Sea bream
No_ hatchlings that gleam
And bring forth moonbeams
That strike
'Pon the eyes_pipe dreams
Whipped and fluffed upstream
A seiche
Dreams come true it seems
Strike brought fire agleam
In Pike
Written: 03/17/2023
Contest: Write Me A Virelai
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Pike..A county in Georgia in which we once lived.
Strike: Daddy would strike the match on the hearth to start a fire. Some fish when they bite do what is called a strike.
Seiche: a disturbance of the water caused usually by atmospheric pressure change.
Apparently, there are sea bream as well as freshwater bream. I am sure the sea bream are much bigger but those tiny bait fish I was catching looked like sea bream to me at my young age.
Checked with how many syllables
In a world of broken mirrors and half-forgotten dreams,
The elites weave webs of augmented unrealities, keeping souls captive.
In the vast labyrinth of the internet, fragments of truth mix
With delicate lies, like butterflies trapped in the amber of night.
There, experience shatters into a kaleidoscope of fleeting illusions,
Pretenses of importance rise and fall like shooting stars.
Endless prompts pierce the darkness of the mind, whispering how to live,
How to conduct our lives, how to shape our bodies into dreamlike forms.
With every click, a new mask to buy, a new idol to admire,
With every scroll, the shadows of fear and desire silently lurk.
Wishes, fears, all slip through our fingers like the sands of time,
And in that unceasing flow, we forget to seek our own essence.
We dream ethereal dreams, captive in the unseen chains of deceived realities,
In a world where truth is a specter dancing on the edge of the fire.
The elites keep us prisoners, in a theater of shadows and fleeting lights,
In a dance of self-loss, where each mask hides another mask.
In the technological night, we move like marionettes without strings,
Bearing on our shoulders the burden of illusions sold as sacred jewels.
Under the cloak of appearances, our hearts forget to beat for truth,
Wandering lost in the labyrinth of algorithms dictating our every step.
Yet still, somewhere deep in the shadow, a flicker of revolt glimmers,
A burning desire to break the chains and see the pure light.
In the midst of this dreamlike world, melancholy calls us to awaken,
To lift our gaze from the dust and find our souls in the mirror again.
In the fragments of augmented reality, we may find a way of escape,
A golden thread leading us back to the lost essence.
And thus, like wizards of our own destinies,
We will learn again to see beyond illusions, to live in the light of truth.
Thus, amidst broken dreams and deceptive shadows,
Let us seek our true selves, to reclaim our lost souls.
In a dance of light and darkness, let us build a new reality,
Where magic and melancholy merge, revealing the pure beauty of existence.
I am in a hypnotic TRANCELIKE state, but not a dream.
The pain went away and became a SURREAL discovery.
In these HAZY times, my heart swelled with esteem.
I was in a DREAMLIKE inspired by the natural recovery.
I tumble faint pain, staring at the ETHEREAL paradise.
A yellow dwarf in the SHADOWY flow by a focal spot.
Responsibility outlines our reality until we verbalize.
An overzealous ego caused the IMAGINARY threat.
Hallucinations versus UNREAL degrade over time.
Even though I'm stuck on my bed, afraid of the cold.
A girl using a wet, fluffy towel wiped my tears slime.
I'm so centered today that I can't let my eyes behold.
Dispose of all else, and aid will arise as required.
As I flee earth ties, my vitality and skill grow.
It makes me feel refreshed in my mind.
Spooky areas that reflect the spirits undergo.
Now I'm feeling pretty optimistic and trusting.
My life is back to being fun and lovely subdue.
The natural day is peaceful and hardly reproving
Simply, it's because I was in love with you.
Third place contest winner
Written: May 24, 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
felt like UNREAL fantasy, IMAGINARY vision!
a SURREAL evening ...walking with you on a calm village-path!
the tall SHADOWY trees stopped waving their branches, all hushed!
haloed stars in neon sky kept watching us .. dazzling with hope in azure bliss,
ETHEREAL silence fell! but the hearts were racing!
we kept walking in the tranquil blessedness of the whispering night.
the tender lavender memory never faded!
a HAZY day ..witnessed exuberantly uninterrupted pouring rain,
splashes from the mighty waterfalls descended and drenched us on the DREAMLIKE boat,
gentle strokes of raindrops created a magical cadence of rhapsody,
eyes gently on each other, held hands tight, a ruby-crowned kinglet crooned inside me ~
my fluttering senses enchanted with a TRANCELIKE feeling,
my heart never pulsated the way it did, rapt with a profound sense of exhilaration -
Is this all a mystifying carousel of dreams?
FIRST PLACE
May 26, 2021
For "Writing Prompt -Dreamlike" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Required Words: Unreal, Imaginary, Surreal, Shadowy, Ethereal, Hazy, Dreamlike, Trancelike
It was a beautiful wintery day in the mountains…(some days seem almost dreamlike)
when we decided to drive to the Oconaluftee Valley and take a mid-day hike.
This valley is one of our favorite spots in the mountains…
It’s where the Cherokee have left their mark…
and now serves as North Carolina’s main entrance
to The Great Smokey Mountains National Park.
There is a hike we love to take…in the summer we’re in shorts
but today we’re in coats and jeans…
We hike through the woods by the river…
by the way…by the river is what Oconaluftee means.
It’s a peaceful walk…where we can stroll as slowly as we please
taking time to enjoy the music of the birds, the river and the trees.
It’s an easy hike in the woods…where we slowly amble through…
stopping by the river every now and then to skip a stone or two.
If you’re lucky you may even see some elk…keeping your distance as they pass
through the trees to take a drink from the river…or to graze on the valley’s grass.
On this day we were lucky…we shared our hike with the trees an occasional bird
and not with one or two elk…but with their entire herd.
Most were grazing in the grass but up ahead of us was a beautiful female
who had finished grazing and stopped to rest by the river…
completely blocking the trail.
This meant our hike was cut a little short…because we are aware.
this is her home not ours….and we were merely visitors there.
But we did stop to take in the majesty of this herd
and to once again thank nature for allowing us to see
by her river, her trees and her elk…the beauty of her extended family.
The beauty of a hike in nature is once you’ve finished you want to hike some more
It matters not how many times you’ve hiked this path before.
Even if it’s on a trail by a river with a beautiful Cherokee name…
you find by the simple diversity of nature…no two hikes will ever be the same.
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That irreplaceable new car smell
Not known for many years
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
I'm driving a brand new jalopy
With all the bells and whistles
My mood is feeling really free
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Musta died and gone upstairs
Slapped myself, yup I'm awake
Sitting in my underwear
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Jumped up at the stroke of six
Forgot my knickers so here I sit
I'm now in a terrible fix
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
People start to gather around
To know if I like my new jalopy
Hope they don't look down
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Drove off with a confident air
Enjoying my moment of ecstasy
Wind messing up my hair
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Moments like these are rare
So very few times in a lifetime
Noticing all the stares
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That oh so yummy new car smell
Missed it for too many years