RAP: Dreaming in the Comment Box

L.L. here. Back in the comment box— one of my favorite places to find random acts of poetry. Today, I'm remembering a few great comments about dreams. And as with last time, I've exercised a little poetic license by adding line breaks (all in good fun)... except in the case of nAncY's comment, which I found in the comment box as a complete honest-to-goodness poem (she seems to simply speak in poetry).

Beyond this, I'm thinking that Sharon was right. When she commented on Year of Dreams. She simply said...

Where
would we be
without
our dreams?

Sarah noted the stirring nature of dreams with this comment:

Ahhh, dreams.
I love what
dreams awaken
in the heart,
how they touch
and lure and tug
until you can't
help but turn
and look and see
what is maybe...
just maybe...
possible.

On the other hand, sometimes dreams escape us, and we feel the loss, as in this comment from Ed G:

i am
in search
of dreams...
if you have
any extra,
please
let me
know

Sometimes dreams can take us away. nAncY understands this...

let's just lay back in a boat
that is a decked out with pillows
along we will float
our minds will wander into dream
of seas of blue and winters white,
pink clouds with sun shining bright,
gardens of flowers, buzzing bees,
trickling brooks and green trees.
and when we come to the end of day
we will get out of the boat and say
how good it was to dream a dream
now let us go for some ice cream.

Also, dreams can be a crucible in which we forge a vision for our future. So Laure seems to understand...

i dream
of hearing the sound
snow makes
when it alights on something.
and i dream of saying
exactly what i mean
when ink runs
from the corner of my mouth
and there isn't an eraser
in sight. i dream of frontiers
of thought and feeling
that exhaust my timidity.
and i dream of greeting myself
at the end of each day,
thankful for my own friendship.
i dream of traveling to the
far country of my imagination.

Still, dreams can be a tentative thing, as Heather knows...

part of me
is afraid
to dream anymore.
And I'm nothing
if not a dreamer.
I have so many dreams
like fairies without
a baby's laughter.
Sometimes dreams
hurt. Sometimes
they tickle.

If you would like to share a poem on dreams (or any poem you compose for RAP today), let me know at llbarkat[at]yahoo[dot]com, and I'll add a link to your post here. Also, thanks to everyone who faithfully posted last Friday, when we at HCB lapsed. (Life gets busy here too)...

Ann's Pain to Poetry
Unknown Contributor's Grandmother
Jennifer's Poetry of Facebook
Kim's For My Friend
LL's Holding
Erica's Work of His Hand
Joelle's Speak Nothing

THIS WEEK's POETRY POSTS:
LL's Writing a Poem Isn't Rocket Science and January
Erica Hale's RAP: Poetry on the Fridge
Yvette's Silent Slumber
Laure's 11 O'Clock Morning Hour
Ann's homecoming poem

Multi-media collage/photography artwork by Gail Nadeau. Used with permission.

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