Brief Moment To Dream
By skinner_jennifer
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Welcome are dreams,
their profound symbols
submerging then soar
like an ocean of waves,
breath of life – rising to
surface of subconscious,
submitting...feast upon
essence of tranquility,
carry the soul,
let it be free,
pleasure without
fear of suffering,
arriving at where there's
golden opportunities to
luxuriate, if only for
that one brief moment .
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one of your best Jenny!
one of your best Jenny!
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So freeing. Dreams are
So freeing. Dreams are amazing in their ability to restore and allows us some magic. I love your words in this poem...soaring like oceans of waves, essence of tranquility....and luxuriating in golden opprtunities...I could feel it... those spirit freeing moments of dreams -
I loved this poem- it took me there and I will read it again and probably again....
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One brief moment of full
One brief moment of full relaxation, with thoughts on good and peaceful things, can be so refreshing. Rhiannon
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
Like the others, I enjoyed reading this poem. I think most of my dreams are worrying, at least the ones I remember. I'm always lost or desperate for the loo and can't find one.
Jean
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An excellent and inspired
An excellent and inspired poem, Jenny, and definitely one of your best.
Luigi xx
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you don't need to be Freud to
you don't need to be Freud to know how important dreams are- but it helps. Nice one Jenny.
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there's a definite feeling of
there's a definite feeling of water here - floating or on a boat - and that lovely feeling of escape that either can give you.
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I like the way the first line
I like the way the first line opens us up to the possibilities that dreams offer, like a welcome mat for the poem. I particularly enjoyed the opening stanza and the metaphor of the waves. Well done.
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Yes Jenny dreams are our free
Yes Jenny, dreams are our free feast that shows us allsorts. Good poem.
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