A megrim crocheted in a whimsical fantasy
The manifestation of subconscious mind in sleep
Taking over from conscious speculation of day time
A break from reality, releasing the tired mind
As delusions, aberrations wear out the day.
An expression of wish, that one unconsciously wants
A phantasm of imagination to look forward
Clouding the night vision with vagaries, whims that unfold
From the deep recesses of the mind, illusions unveil
Hopes, aspirations, that refuse to go away, surface..
In the comatose state of the physique, quiescent visions
Dormant yearnings spill forth in this soporific state
The body in opiate mode, the brain ebullient
Dreams are beacons of optimism, soul’s breath..
#Quatorzaine
I used to tell my daughter that dreams were made of candy floss (or cotton candy if you’re in the US).
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lol. I like cotton candy.
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Amazing! One of your best. I had written something similar a while ago 🙂
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Thank you 😘, will check out yours, what’s it titled ?
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Dreams
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Amazing
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Thankx.
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Superb! Your beautiful words flow so effortlessly . . . like a dream. Simply marvellous; I love this piece very much!
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Thank you very much Jonathan.
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A nice first read for the morning. Have a nice evening Jasmine.
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I like how to describe dreaming as a break from reality. I am going to be discussing other breaks from reality in my book reviews. Great job! I really enjoyed this one!
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Thankx.
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I really like your description of dreams, Yassy. So different from my poem about dreams – I find the different ideas so interesting.
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I am sure must be very interesting, hope to read it.
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Pure genius, I wish my dreams were always ebullient, but then don’t we all? Beautiful to read Yasmin, thank you for the pleasure!
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You are a dream catcher.
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Yeah, I never thought of it like that,
All I have to do now is catch a falling star
Put it in my pocket and save it for a rainy day. 🙂
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Yes. 😎😊
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You are welcome, Mick.
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Wonderfully composed and the subject that it portray touches the soul. Dream is a mental picture of life, it’s the portal for raw and unfinished emotions. Dreams are made of emotions from the subconscious mind. Thanks for this enlighten poetry work Yassy, stay blessed and have a wonderful day.
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Thank you for such an inspiring comment. Made my day. You comment is a verse in itself. You have a safe and wonderful week.
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Thanks 😉👍
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Welcome.
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You can only dream as much as you think because dreams are your thoughts…
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You hit the nail on the head.
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That kinda changed my perception towards dreams 🙂
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😊😀😎👍🙋🏻
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Beautiful 🙂
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Great piece ❤❤
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Thank you ❤😘
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Reblogged this on Grand Dreams.
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Oui, Thankx
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Dreams are unfulfilled desires, aren’t they?
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absolutely beautiful
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Thank you 😊
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