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My Dream..

My Dream..

i dreamt my plane left before time
And all my shoes flew out to Rome
I stood on tarmac,feet in grime
And prayed that my shoes all came home

I looked around but noone came
Then noticed someone in bare feet
I knew at once we were the same
How strange this way for us to meet

My feet were large,yours rather small
You waved your arms at passing flights
You had no luggageĀ  I recall
And dirty, shredded,sun tanned tights

I had my passportĀ  in one hand
And in theĀ  other lemon tea
My plans to visit distant lands
Were slowly now eluding me

I saw your face you hid a tear
You thought your day could not get worse
I siddled up and when quite near
I whispered ā€˜hi is this your purse?’

You took the purse and looked inside
Not weighed down withĀ  the blues
I smiled a smile all filled with pride
And asked if you’d any spare shoes!

In dreams absurdity seems fine
The crazy just seems real
I woke up happy to know thatĀ  i’m
A dreamer who still feels!
Ā 

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lodigiana

Dreams are such strange things..so real when happening and odd when awake!Ā  Love the way you have put this together and made a kind of abstract sense from it..loved it!Ā 
LodigianaĀ 

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Dean Kuch

Loved the last line, StevieC.
I make no bonesĀ ? about it–I am partial to poetry that rhymes.
I even attempt to write rhymed poetry myself every now and again.
While there's absolutely nothing inherently wrong with contemporary free style or free verse poetry, I simply prefer poetry that tells a tale in rhyme.
I was weaned on Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes as a child, not Mother Goose's Free Verse.
Well penned...
~Dean KuchĀ  ;)

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StevieC

Thanks Dean, this was a really strange dream that just made total sense at the timeĀ  ..I love the absurdity of the unconscious and wish I could write whilst actually still dreaming...and like you, I quite like rhyming poetry but a few other sites totally 'poo poo' rhymingĀ  which is ok except that many of the offerings presentedĀ  on those sites are just words put together with no cohesion or , in many cases , no meaning...so for me rhyming rules! haha Thanks you for reading pal and commenting- appreciate it!

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Tony Taylor

Hey STEVIE!!....I REALLY liked this write.,...I could almost see it as a short skit on Saturday Night Live or something ......VERY visually compelling stuff...... with the added task of delivering a strong sense of rhythm within the rhyme scheme......I dream so much..... and so regularly that it annoys Cherie sometimes ?........ALL STARS!!....thanx for the smiles my friend!!.... LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo ??✓?āœ“ā¤?

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StevieC

Hi Tony!Ā  I dream lots too.. I used to keep a notebook by my bed to write them down before forgetting but that we some time agoĀ  butĀ  maybe I should try to find that book and create a few more poems! Thanks so much for your great comments- appreciate it pal-Ā  andĀ  Ā keep dreaming man!

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Tony Taylor

Stevie..... about 4 months ago I dreamt an entire novel...... good thing I had my notebook by my bedside......I woke and wrote the whole outline of it in half an hour...... Cherie says I'm a fool if I don't write the book!!?.....anyway, just sayin'......I think it's a GREAT idea to keep it by your bed bro!!....... cheers.......T xo ???

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