Floating in the wind
Wish carriers
Carrying someone’s dream
Syllable Lune
Sitting outside, lately I have noticed many white puff balls floating by, some even landing on me or close enough to catch.
They always remind me of my childhood times of picking dandelion puffs and blowing wishes in the wind.
A bit of comfort
Springing up in time of need
Tiny flower of hope
Haiku
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
—Alexander Pope, “An Essay on Man”
Today as I went out to visit my “Inspiration Rock Corner” to place a few new rocks I had painted, I happened to notice a tiny yellow flower blooming right next to the HOPE brick I had painted.
It seemed to match the little yellow flowers I had painted on the brick and I thought it not to be a co-incidence that the tiny flower had chosen that exact spot of all others in the yard to appear in bloom.
“Plant seeds of hope in your heart. Give them plenty of love and attention. Then watch as your beautiful dreams bloom” – Amy Atherton …
In my sleep I find
Idealized perfection
Utopian dreams
Senryu
Inspired by Dictionary .com Word of the Day “Utopian”
Forgetting the past
Just living in the moment
Letting God carry
You to rise above and beyond
What you might ask or think
Tanka
Who were you
Back in those days
When dreams were
Freshly built
To last for a lifetime
On foundations strong?
Who are you
In this present day
Weary worn
Storm ridden
Yet still standing with your dreams
On foundations strong
Double Shadorma
Things
Things lost
Things broken
Things we’ve found
Things of beauty
Things chosen in haste
Things we’ll treasure forever
Things we let go to slip away
Things broken by their use or misuse
Things left behind, forgotten, unwanted
Things dreamed about yet never received
Things dreamed about that we’ve achieved
Things we never wanted but got
Things that rose up like weeds
Things we kept to appease others
Things we threw away
Things we’ve loved
Things we miss
Things lost
Things
Etheree/Reverse Etheree
Be a day dreamer,
For its been said that
Those awake
Can achieve!
Dreaming with eyes wide open
Can be dangerous!
Shadorma
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible. — T. E. Lawrence
Where shall I go
With this bag of dreams
I must choose steps
That will transport me
To the reality
Of an empty bag
Syllabic Verse
Floating
But going nowhere
On my river of dreams
It’s only by paddling I move
Forward
Cinquain
Hollywood streets paved with dreams
Where some stars shine bright
Grandson is livin’ his it seems
He’s walking those streets tonight
Syllabic Rhyme
My oldest grandson is a music artist in LA tonight to perform a show there on Friday. Tomorrow is his 25th birthday. He is so excited because he dreamed his whole life that someday he would go to LA and now he’s there for his birthday and to perform a show. I am so happy for him that his dream came true!
