Dare to Dream…
Time steals your dreams, if you let it
Hunger fills the hope of what once was
Every evening brings new dreams
Hope dances in and out of your thoughts
Longing leads you down new roads
over strange tracks, where ghosts of yesterday wait
You remind yourself there are no ghosts
The tap on your shoulder drags you to a dark place
A dim light illuminates a puzzle board
Choose wisely, these words are underlined
Each dream belongs to another
They are guaranteed to come true
Choose one, then leave your token at the door
if you dare…
©AnitaDawes2024
I can’t remember the last time I had a dream, but thanks to Anita’s lovely poem, I am trying to figure out why. I don’t seem to be doing much daydreaming either, but I wonder whether this is another symptom of old age or simply being too cold to think these days.
They are threatening us with blizzards and all sorts next week, so I shan’t be getting any warmer any time soon. I hope it is just the cold weather that is slowing down the brain activity.
Of course, I haven’t been sitting on my heels and accepting this inability to think straight, stubborn does come in handy sometimes. But what thoughts I have managed to dredge up have given me pause.
Almost as though it came from someone else, I was told that I was writing the wrong story. It’s not the right time or genre. As you can imagine, this will need more serious thought. I haven’t had cause to even consider writing two stories at the same time, but as they say, there is always a first time for everything.
Any handy hints from someone who has achieved this?
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