My Dreams are Safe (IP)

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Poem of the week

By Jane Hyphen

Sat, 21 Apr 2018
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20 comments
 

 

My dreams are safe

Insured in all the

Tinted buds of spring

I’m reassured, I hear

In every skylark’s trill

The aria of my dreams

 

The watercolour stains

On precious wisps

Of petal veins contain

The tincture of my dreams

And every blossom scent

Is what I always wished

 

On nimble breaths of wind

The scatters of my dreams

Are cast in silva glades

And glistening trees

In every spirit shade

Of what it feels to be alive

 

You cannot touch my dreams

They’ve sailed

Beyond the glassy mirrors

Of our time

My dreams are flames

To light my darkest days

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Your contented dreams seem to be encouraged by your delight in the detail you notice in the beauties of nature. Written in a dreamy, contented way. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank Rhiannon, I think if you can appreciate nature then you can always be satisfied - to a certain extent..

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Wonderful response to the Inspiration Point Jane!

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Insert, thanks for the cherries. It was a very inspiring point to work with.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

What a gorgeous read!

Parson Thru

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Parson thanks so much for your comment.

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Some parts of us are sacred and remain safe and untouched; they can be seen by us in nature. A lovely read.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi hoalarg1, thanks for your comment, I agree some things are locked down and in that respect we are all lucky.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Holarg I find this statement very interesting, is it ok if I try to write about it?

 

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Sure. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Beautiful poem, you express so well the seeming fragility of Spring but also how it's actually very strong, as it has overcome the darkness of Winter, just as the flames of your dreams overcome dark times. It makes me think of those ink paintings on thick cool paper with such bright rainbow colours sometimes merging into something new and tiptoe fragile, sometimes intensely themselves

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Di_Hard I tried to express that nature outshines our dreams in many ways and as Hoalarg mentioned those things are sacred and cannot be touched because they are reflected externally. I wasn't sure if the last line was a bit of a cliche.. 

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

This wonderful poem is our Facebook/Twitter pick of the day. Please like and share so others can enjoy.

 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you xx

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Beautiful and weaving its own dreamlike spell - this is our Poem of the Week.  Congratulations!  

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks you so much fairy.

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Yum! lovely spring dreams.

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Elsie, thank you. Spring is such a magical time for me..although it doesn't feel too springlike out there.

 

Submitted by celticman on

you cannot touch my dreams. I hope that's true. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Technically it's not true but you can use all the smashed up bits and fashion them into another dream.