I dreamt of green,
a place where
I’m not forgotten.
Required
to be me,
writing as easily
as I breathe.
Yet, I wake cautious
clinched fists and
arms wrapping,
teeth clamped
with yellow hues
covering my body,
freezing in how
I’m seen.
maybe dreamland
is my preferred
reality,
I never said healthy.
Avoiding
the discovery of red,
as it would, obviously,
kill me.
So let me wander,
escape common,
offering
a captivating me,
if you can’t watch
then leave.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
wow – beautiful reflection of classical images and words – such a precise message of principle!
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Those moments that you do find where you write as naturally as you breathe, are moments that are gifts for us all 🙂 To dream, to wonder and then wander…those are my favorite days, favorite feelings. I relate to your line “maybe dreamland is my preferred reality,” as there is not a better place even if it means I spend too much of my waking hours in daydream 🙂 Beautiful writing Aud, beautiful.
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You know me better than so many, Mr. Collis. I will always be full of gratitude for the light and attention you show me and my poetry. To drift off into what surely must be perfection, even if it isn’t, is where passion proves to exist. I can’t live without it. Thank you, my Dalo.
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Love this line ~ ” drift off into what surely must be perfection, even if it isn’t, is where passion proves to exist.” A good line to start off the day for me. Cheers
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I hope you used it to your advantage, Sir. ♡
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an honest
invitation 🙂
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Thank you for your observation, my friend.
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Green is good … always! Where is this gorgeous vista?
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Hi, Debbie. This is in Colorado. Pike’s Peak more specifically.
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Audrey, if you need me to be your stalwart friend, I will be right by your side, always.
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I am forever grateful, Shari. Thank you
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Real or dreamland, your poem pulls us through the validity of both, Audrey. I love your defiant last two lines!
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Thank you, Ma’am. I tend to dig my feet in sometimes.
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That can be a good thing. Me too!
(I’m happy to see you back.)
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(Thank you. My head didn’t know what to say… I shrink away sometimes, unsure if I have anything to say.) ♡
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I like how you explain that zone between your dreamtime and your cautious awakening time and then like most of us, wish to be back in the preferred dreamland.
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Thanks so much, Ivor
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Lovely
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Thank you for visiting.
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Please avoid red.
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Of course, John 🙂
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NESTING DOLLS
Life’s a tragedy
Trapped within their costumes
The actors expire
Backstage real life breeds
More down to earth deceptions
Still roles; still acting
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All the world’s a stage. I do like your offering, Ben.
Thank you
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Some years ago I worked among the backstage staff of the local theatre where I was living. Inspiration for “Nesting Dolls”. I’m glad you liked this and I’m also glad to see you back posting again. I had begun wondering whether you were unwell.
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My mind was working through the quiet it was requiring, Ben. Thank you for understanding.
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Listening to one’s heart and responding appropriately is wise medicine.
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Key is appropriately. Trying to listen well.
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Wishing you good success. 🙂
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Thank you
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Sounds great. Working in the theater, you know. I’ve always wanted to do so.
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An odd bunch professional play-actors. Interesting.
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I have no doubt, Ben
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This is a beautiful paring of image and thought.
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Thank you, Dan ♡
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