June dreaming

It’s June, and I’m dreaming of roses –
roses that murmur
in all shades of pink,
from the whispers of kisses
to the bright brazen hussies
that hang over the path.

There are roses here
for all of your dreams:

the striped ones,
that trumpet
a thousand big tops,
tatty but tempting,

or that pure white wildling
escaped from the hedgerow
that carries me homeward,

or, buxom and wholesome,
the rambler that climbs,
and blushes and nods
as you enter the gate

or the red one that carries
the rich smell of wine,
and the softness of lipstick,
the warmth of a dress,
the gloss of a nail. .

I could drown here, you know,
I could drown in this garden, that’s
heavy with petals heavy with rain.

It’s June.
and I’m drowning in roses.

Dreaming for the solstice with earthweal.

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The dream – poem for dVerse

The dream slipped through
my fingers
like wet glass

– sunlight striping the pillow –

leaving me just the feeling
that something strange
and true had happened –

and you were there

there was a bus
or, no, a fish

and a deep colour blue
and a strange, twisted tree
that might have been a cloud,
and birds, or candy canes,
and you

it meant so much

the feeling haunted me
all day
I couldn’t shake it
but I couldn’t name it

Lillian is hosting at dVerse tonight, and we are dreaming dreams.

Dream II for dVerse

The dream shivered
shattered as I woke
and my reaching for it
ripped it further,
leaving me empty handed,
groping for something,
some significance,
some smile, blue shade,
scent of snow. All day
I have felt the weight
of it, the lightness of it.

Another one for dVerse…

Dream – quadrille for dVerse.

She’s dreaming at the stove,
stirring the sauce,
but thinking of white sands,
blue seas, white crested waves,

a black horse galloping
across a green ocean.

She takes her dream
to the sink with her,
and the day outside
is full of butterflies.

 

A dream quadrille for Whimsygizmo at dVerse. Forty four words, including the word dream.