Phil Golding

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Dream revised

by Phil Golding

Monday 13th October 2008 12:03 pm (first posted Friday 10th October 2008 12:06 am)

Having not slept for days

I daydream that I may sleep tonight

At last sleep is my bedfellow

Over stuffed imagery in my mind

Offloaded in my field of dreams

Where no sequence is ever the same

Like a film editor having a field day

Where my life is surreal, devoid of rules

Each dream has a sprinkle of magic

Mixed with the suggestion of a mystery

Imagery is drawn from my memories wells

Blended to provide a portal into my past

Or a window into a possible future

Dreams are a hyperlink to all of me

Attempting to make sense of where I’ve been

Attempting to make sense of where I’m going to

Dreams are a manifestation of all my life’s desires

Suggestions of desires yet to be fulfilled

My dreams are a free spirit

A willow the wisp

Bypassing society convention

Free to move from image to image

Like a raindrop down a window pane

Until light invades, wakes subconscious brain

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Comments

Jeff Dawson

Sun 19th Oct 2008 10:36

Hi Phil, thats better! - do like the lines -

Like a film editor having a field day
Where my life is surreal, devoid of rules

nice one see you soon, Jeff

<Deleted User> (4281)

Thu 16th Oct 2008 03:01

Hello, Phil

I like your poem. It shows some of your thoughts in a form of a dream...Great write!!

Thank you,
Zuzanna

Jeff Dawson

Sun 12th Oct 2008 23:35

Hi Phil, some nice lines here but might need more of a message if you see what I mean, very relaxing though having said that.

Hope to see you weds, cheers Jeff

Rodney Wood

Fri 10th Oct 2008 21:50

All a bit vague and generalsed.
Rodney

<Deleted User> (5646)

Fri 10th Oct 2008 10:59

Hi Phil,
I really quite like this poem.
It has hidden qualities, just like our dreams have.

"free to move from image to image,
like a raindrop down a window pane."

Love those lines.
love Janet.xx

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