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a little rain

a little rain might make you think
your dreams are clinging on the brink
raindrops are like tears
those things you hold dear
become clear
when you blink


In my walk this morning I happened upon this rain battered dandelion…and it made me think. I think it’s safe to say that the Muse is alive and well here in the Bramlett Mountain foothills.

Keeping on form…a Clogyrnach poem seemed a good idea. (is it just me or does the rhyme and meter of the Clogyrnach feel very much like a limerick with the last line split into two? just a thought 😉)

Clogyrnach Poems

This Welsh poetic form is typically a six-line syllabic stanza with an ab rhyme scheme:

Line 1: 8 syllables with an a rhyme
Line 2: 8 syllables with an a rhyme
Line 3: 5 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 4: 5 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 5: 3 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 6: 3 syllables with an a rhyme

NaPoWriMo 2018 – Day 14

rarely do I remember my dreams
but if I did I’d imagine this…
while passing time at a wobbly table
sipping green tea from a ballet slipper
my dentist passed by in a floating rowboat
with hammerhead sharks in swift pursuit
I didn’t think it odd at all…that’s odd
that they were flying over head
as seagulls swam around in pools
nipping the teacups that covered my toes

it’s only my imagination
there is no interpretation
a made up, wild dream, just for fun
using the prompt words one by one
don’t bother wondering what it means
rarely do I remember my dreams
that’s probably a very good thing


A bit more craziness for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 14. Still trying to unplug from a crazy long week. The prompt for today: Choose one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things: Teacup, Hammer, Seagull, Ballet slipper, Shark, Wobbly table, Dentist, Rowboat.

As you saw, I chose them all. No this is not a true recollection. My dreams, the ones I remember lately, have been a bit strange. I think I need a vacation! 😜

Magnetic Poetry Saturday

the goddess whispers
to us in the stillness
as we sleep singing
rock-a-bye songs
our dreams bittersweet


(Magnetic Poetry Original Kit)

The Price of Dreams

As the crowds cleared the smokey, dim-lit arena, Joe sat on the edge of the stage softly crooning the first song he ever wrote; her song.

It had launched him into the spotlight; a whirlwind of gigs, the fame, awards and accolades and fawning groupies that he had dreamed of when he plucked that first lick on a second-hand guitar.

But dreams die hard when the road is your mistress, home is an empty shell and all that is left of her is a song.


For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Paulette Wooten via Unsplash.

Magnetic Poetry Monday -28 November 2016

she is a goddess,
a symphony if beauty,
sweet like peaches in milk
and honey, dressed in fluffy
pink…she is light and love,
all woman-girls who recall
their dreams of spring.

kat ~ 28 November 2016

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