Wednesday, February 1, 2012


That magical canvas of the mind

Images sliding morphing seamlessly

free flowing ink blots

where thoughts run free

of daylight

a warm syrupy mix of feelings and impressions


telling you who you are

each morning we awake
shrug them off

their stardust residue

slides from our shoulders

we go out to face another day.


  1. Love this...especially this, "their stardust residue...slides from our shoulders.

    Good work!

  2. I too was struck by "stardust residue..."

    Well done!


    Mark Butkus

  3. I love your use of line breaks as punctuation. Poetry, being somewhat of a performance art, always has the potential to be lyrical, to be a piece of order among the chaos of our beings.

    I feel you've put truth into beauty here. Bravo!

  4. Oh very good! There are nights where all my dreams are full of magical creatures and events and I'm the heroine and all is well with the world; then my eyes open and it's early morning and I have to shrug off my dreams and put my super woman cape and feelings away and say, "Okay real world here I come...again."

  5. what a way to describe dreams! i just love this!

  6. this touched me at a very personal level. i love dreams "where thoughts run free". besides being fun if i stay in bed just for a while in the morning and ask, "where am i in this dream?" i sometimes come up with something very interesting about myself. dreams can be facinating and you catch their essence in your poem. we dream then we "shrug them off" go about our day and wait for them to reappear in another "magical time"...i just loved this!