Poem -
In Dreams
Night settles its sombre tones
I lay waiting with aching bones
Limbs so weak I cannot stand
Heavy eyes
Empty hands
Waiting for the Sand Mans feet
Who softly in my room shall creep
And lay me down in lands of sleep
Where thoughts of you I long to reap
To seek
To speak
To hear your voice
In dreams it seems my only choice
Entwined within the realms conceived
Within my mind
Where you still breath
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Gwen!! Love to see your new work, and I managed to get some motivation back too!! I hope to get a new poem up in about 16 hours XD. But anyway, this isn't about me. I just wanted to say how bewitching your wordplay is. Simply fantastic. You know, I love reading your work and all it brings to poetry. Fabulous minds eye and creativity here. Glad I found you on shuffle!! Your friend and Fish fan, Max
Hello Max :) I always enjoy hearing your thoughts. Donât worry I have also been away a lot. Thank you for always providing your insightful thoughts. So glad you enjoyed this one. Canât wait to read your next poem.
Your friend Gwen :)Â
Thank god for dreams! Wouldn't life be boring without dreams? I find them fascinating. A fab poem you have here.
Love those lines âşď¸ x
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Thanks BM I find dreams fascinating too, as long as they arenât nightmares lol
They can be the best escapeÂ
always love hearing your thoughts on my poems. Many thanksÂ
Gwen x :)
love those dreams and your dreamy write!..............................................Jim
Awe thank you jim :) it is always a pleasure to hear your thoughtsÂ
Gwen :) x
wonderful poem
Thank you so much Greg :) x
That first verse...perfectly conveyed bleakness. Loved the whole thing Gwen
understand the while thing...wish I didn't. Excellent work that really speaks to the readers soul...hugs âĽď¸
I really wish you didnât too lovely â¤ď¸ Big hugs back xx
Very coolÂ
Thanks ever so much :)Â
Its just utter beautiful to read Gwendoline. I love reading poems on dreams. They can be so magical and out of this world where anything is possible....obviously good is better than a bad dream but we definately need them to deal with things. Pxx omg it just rhymed lol not my intention lol. Pinned. Perfect! Pxx
P lol itâs funny when we accidentally rhyme in a comment. Our brains canât escape it đÂ
yes I sometimes consider dreaming like defragmenting the hard drive. If you donât do it, it gets all clogged up and we become emotionally exhausted, then we canât cope. Just like a computer. Any way I waffle. I have so many ideas about this subject đÂ
thanks so much for the pin and fab feedback xxx đÂ
Is all that we see and seem but a dream within a dream, a great poet once wrote and your beautiful and equally uplifting poem Gwen mirrors those fantastic words.
Loved reading then rereading this and your poem and its last three lines are the stuff dreams are made of.â¤ď¸
Poetic dreams.
Thank you Gwen for writing something magical and to think about in the land of nod and what else it can happily bestow.đ
Full honours and poetry kudos to you as well and I wish you well my poetic friend.
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Shaun, I loved reading your words on this. You truly embraced the poem and all it stands for. I think dreams are a powerful thing, we can control and conjure for comfort. Always such a pleasure to read your thoughts. Again thank you for giving me that precious thing called time. I am forever grateful, and truly touched by your thoughtful wordsÂ
Your friend Gwen â¤ď¸x