Impossible?

Dream the impossible godthe one that goes to the marketpicks out a damaged mangoand eats it on the bus ride home Talk to the impossible godtell her how your dishwasher brokewhile hands submerge in sudsshe’ll listen and pat your shoulder Hug the impossible godall soft, yet strong in embracethen catch her gaze and hold ittil … More Impossible?

Serpentine Dreams

Surprises unfold in shapes that humble me Thousands of stories serpentine in a dream pond of touching tears Grateful for the photo by LuAnn Hunt courtesy of Unsplash

Beyond Heaven

dream beyond heaven awaken to expansiveness it’s only life after all unlearn what doesn’t connect there’s more than one answer dream beyond heaven soak the roots of what you know with unscienced surprises it’s only life after all savor your introduction to re-eternity dream beyond heaven braid cleverness with uncertainty and awe it’s only life … More Beyond Heaven

Baby Dreams

I used to watch my babies dream curious about their dream worlds dreams they couldn’t tell me about pre-language dreams As I grow old and forgetful will I revert to infant-dreams full of colors and feelings beyond a world of words? Graphic is an original painting of a dream catcher done in watercolors and Sharpie

Untied

I tripped on my shoelace and fell up, my shoes falling off as I tumbled through a bundle of cumulus clouds, with soon-to-be raindrops spilling through my cupped hands. I rose to the sun to dry my damp hair before returning home taking a spin on Saturn’s halos then floating toward Earth’s moon. I stopped of … More Untied

Red Eye Flight 724

Electrons dance in unison to teleport my body through a dream to a distant Buddhist temple where sweet Seoul chants and prayer cloths meander through my restless thoughts lulling me to sleep above the clouds   Image from Pixabay Sanctuary

Nonplussed

At the viscous edge of a lucid dream I wonder which reality is the illusion     Entered as a response to The Sandbox Challenge, Of Two Minds.

Morning Eyes

My waking mind at first resembles the humor of my dream, until a distant instinct pulls me toward a solid world. The cusp between my waking and my dream worlds lingers on my lashes like a misty gauze before a gentle rain.   The inspiration for this poem, oddly enough, was Longfellow’s Day Is Done, … More Morning Eyes

Untied

I tripped on my shoelace and fell up, my shoes falling off as I tumbled through a bundle of cumulus clouds, with soon-to-be raindrops spilling through my cupped hands. I rose to the sun to dry my damp hair before returning home taking a spin on Saturn’s halos then floating toward Earth’s moon. I stopped of … More Untied