Down the hall, I hear
the soft woofing of a dreaming dog,
but no dogs are here.
.
Is someone gleefully
chasing dream rabbits
at our B and B?
.
True story. (Thin walls).
poem-tortoise March 13, 2016
In dreams
I have been gifted with a tortoise.
A slow moving friend who will live long.
When I wake, I google
whether tortoises can lived in a backyard
through Canadian winter.
before I realize it was only
a dream.
poem-ashes to ashes February 21, 2016
I feel you curled against my back.
I stroke your warm body.
I gaze into your soft brown eyes,
that gaze lovingly back to me.
I wonder whose ashes are in the box:
Conspiracy theories.
Painful realities ring with the alarm clock,
and my contentment turns to ashes.
poem-dream warrior February 10, 2016
You were fighting
a wooly mammoth
with a light saber.
plainly losing the battle.
Your cries drew me to consciousness,
so I saved you
with a waking shake.
Never let it be said,
I haven’t got your back.
poem-visiting February 8, 2016
Dad came for a visit
and we discussed laundry soap
in my dream.
He didn’t ask about Mom,
and I didn’t tell him.
poem-sweet January 26, 2016
It’s unexpected moments
that honey drip from yesterday
crystalizing through today
and crunching in cubes tomorrow.
Sometimes bitter,
mostly sweet.
poem- inequity October 16, 2015
equity shares
reflect inequity
equity dreams
reflect iniquity
equity seems
a dream to be
poem-chance September 26, 2015
I bought my chance,
pocketed the ticket and imagined.
Studied local real estate listings
picked out the house,
Sent the note to hubby with the link:
When we win, can I buy this?
He said, I’m surprised you like that fake rock wall.
I said, At 3.5 million the rock isn’t fake.
I still hadn’t figured out which room will be my office,
where I’ll install the dozen book cases.
But when the numbers came up
some guy in Brampton
had taken my 60 million pieces of a dream.
so all my planning was for naught;
I guess for now I’ll have to be content
with what I’ve got.
.
.
.
Hubby approved the location, despite the rock wall. Here’s the house that won’t be mine: http://www.realtor.ca/Residential/Single-Family/15507510/16233-Commonage-Road-Lake-Country-British-Columbia-V4V1A8 (Not very common, I must say!)
poem-elephant dreams September 19, 2015
If elephants dream
is it of grey nasal caresses,
flapping tails and
family strolls in the savannah?
Are elephants dreams
larger than life,
a two year gestation
of what might be?
Poem- Easter Monday aubade April 6, 2015
Last night
you woke in horror.
“What is it?” I asked.
You shivered, “A nightmare,
one of the worst I’ve had.”
“Can you tell me about it?”
I asked sleepily.
“No,” you said. “I can’t think about it.”
“Am I ever in your nightmares?”
You pondered for a long time.
“No,” you finally said. “Never.”
“Then come closer,” I said,
“I will protect you.”
In the morning, you are gone,
but you have left behind
the sighs of your security
in my arms.
.
.
Today http://www.napowrimo.net prompt is to write an aubade. I am particularly fond of aubades. They are the opposite of a serenade. In a serenade, the lover is trying to entice into the beloved’s bed; in an aubade the morning has come, and the lover must depart. I wrote one last year (or before?) that I’m sure WordPress will link to beneath this post. You may enjoy that one, too. I was quite proud of it.
Shawn L. Bird 