Dreams are for the Sleeping

 

It was good while it lasted
But as most good things
It didn’t last long enough
Take off the halo and rose-colored glasses
Dreams of what could have been
Melt like fresh butter into warm bread
The taste gone in a swallow
Why settle for a solitary life like the Sea Anemone
The dirt road now beneath her feet
Might just lead to an open meadow of bursting sun

Linking this up to Paint Chip Poetry with Linda Kruschke

 

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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4 Responses to Dreams are for the Sleeping

  1. Excellent! I especially love “Dreams of what could have been / Melt like fresh butter into warm bread”. And extra points for using sea anemone so cleverly.

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  2. I like the line “The taste gone in a swallow.” It’s a creative way to describe the quickness of things passing.

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