Dreams

One Day?

One Day-

Dreamscape

Dreamscape

Poetic Motivations:50

Poetic Motivations_50

Punting

Punting

Sometimes

Sometimes

Motion is My Muse

Motion is My Muse

Stillness irks her. Like a naughty child, she pesters around the armchair blowing “chase me” into my ear. As usual, I succumb. In a prolonged moment, walking boots replace slippers; warm home comforts meet with a cold slap. At first the atmosphere is hostile, but she begins to weave her magic, pointing to Red Kites etched on Cumulonimbus; a distant woodpecker hammering through moving trees. She runs into empty rooms, turning on lights and painting “I LOVE YOU” on vacant walls. We embrace and my reason for being, flows.

With every step
She leads the pen to places
Where dreams are hidden

© Davy D 2017

Thank you to Charles, at The Reluctant Poet, for the conversations about Calliope  and planting the seed, and to the Sailorpoet for thoughts on his recent travels and helping to coin the phrase “motion must be your muse”. 

The Backside of the Night

The Backside of the night

A big thank you to Charles at The Reluctant Poet, Gina at Singledust and Mr.S at Sailorpoet for providing the inspiration for this poem. Please visit these excellent poets and have a go at continuing the inspiration.

Dreamcatcher

dreamcatcher

Same Old

same-old

Forbidden

forbidden

Written for November Notes hosted by Rosema at A Reading Writer and Sarah at Heartstring Eulogies.

Day 22 Music Prompt: Free Fallin by John Mayer.

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