foolish and witless

image courtesy of adobe                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               i've squeezed my dreams

 into the seconds 

 between storms

 then carved my initials

 into them with hope

 claiming them as mine

 if only you would sit down at my table

 allow me to share these dreams with you

 tell me they are not foolish, witless musings

 help me make them real

Reviews

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Dreams squeezed into seconds...yes! A small space for such large hopes and ones that can disappear in an instant. It's hard to achieve any dreams we may have, but it is a little bit easier if we have someone to share them with, understand them with and have them encourage us to achieve them. It's a lovely poem, Lydia. Full of hope and tinged with a touch of desperation. Much enjoyed! :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Jamila. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

in between literal storms and the storms of life, we carve our initials into our dreams...and others
may think we are crazy...but there are those who understand...we just need to find them...because they are real.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Very much so, Jacob. Thank you for the review. Lydi**

[Papaya]

This one resonates. Sometimes I think hope is born in a storm, metaphorical or not. My life in shambles at times and yet I reach for someone to balance me and walk with me sharing me dreams. Reassuringly. It reads like beautiful love poem to me.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Ana. I tend to write romantically even when I don't start out that way! :) Lydi**

[Papaya]

:) lucky for us

[Robert Trakofler]

Dear O'Lydia I don't think you could possibly be more real than this:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Robert, I am always real....it bothers some people, but I am me....and always will be. Thanks so much for the review. I like your new photo! Great color shirt! Lydi**