QUIRKY DREAMSA Poem by Betty Hermeleea new planQUIRKY DREAMS
A fine sleep, an assortment of dreams mainly about my darling soldier he is now in full recovery hence, we are willing and able to dance the waltz, gaze into each other’s eyes as we sweep the floor in a gold leaf ballroom with crystal chandeliers in the wee hours we settle under cool satin sheets veiled in each other’s arms
At once, my dream transitions to the gentleman as we sit on a park bench, chat, and chuckle until we tire in the aftermath of silence, I summon the courage to impart that I must not engage with him further he appears shocked, eyes wide open in oblivion then he stammers on and on which causes me to worry
I awaken perplexed for a short time then begin to comprehend that it was only a dream after I gather myself, I maintain that my plan with the gentleman has not changed I shall remain in my cabin for three days all meals shall be sent there at dawn, I hope to walk the decks Afternoon naps and read my book I know this sounds awfully boring, yet it must be done I sense this behavior of mine shall have some negative influence on the gentleman in question If, by chance, I encounter him I will turn quickly without a sound If there is no knock on the door then I shall know my scheme is effective yet what shall I do if he, in fact, knocks on the door? oh, this is so cruel, but I must not waiver only four more days until we reach London .
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16 Reviews Added on November 1, 2023 Last Updated on November 1, 2023 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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