I dream, I do

Well I do

 

I dream, I do

 

I dream, I do

My mind, though of past returns,

pictures life as it could be…

only in a dream?

 

“Would she look at me if she knew?”

 

Fantasies painted on textured walls,

curves where straight lines have lived

Brush strokes of trembling fingers,

fearing that it could be…perhaps

 

Then the picture comes into view

like an open curtain to Eden

Fruited and vibrant in luscious folds,

beneath an arbor of frantic delight

 

Sunlight blinks as beauty beckons

from across fields and valleys

Overgrown of tall grasses and imagination

Flowing on a soft summer breeze

 

“Paintings now live in the minds of those who dream”

 

Wide is the canvas which sits

like an oasis for the eyes,

a spring for quenching thirst, food of wide-eyed wishes

now fading into the shadows of…impossible

 

For this that I see has taken my heart

sent it off to dance in nervous steps

across a floor on satin sheen

and sawdust scratches…slipping away

 

A poster on the wall announces the opening act

coming soon, live and in person…I stand

a wreck, a shivering mass of never,

melting slowly into the audience of hidden backgrounds

 

“Would she look at me if she knew?”

 

I dream, I do

My mind, though of past returns,

pictures life as it could be,

only in a dream…

 

 

 

  

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Astro]

I love the bit about the 'tall grasses and imagination' for me, if such a place were to exist or, be possible to reach, it would be the 'overgrowth' and the 'summer breeze' that would entice me into ecstasy. You do dream, and the reader can feel this in your pen. Never stop dreaming and challenging yourself you may reach beyond 'past returns' and find yourself in a 'present windfall'.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[KAOlmsted]

O.O Like an open curtain to Eden?? Why, that's downright erotic, Just Jack... ;-) (Sorry, but I did the jazz hands like in Will and Grace...really sorry) And you know what? She might...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Kimmer...I think. :)

[KAOlmsted]

;-) My pleasure...I KNOW!

[TL Boehm]

Wide is the canvas which sits
like an oasis for the eyes,
a spring for quenching thirst, food of wide-eyed wishes
now fading into the shadows of…impossible
We do need to dream. This is a wonderful poem

[Jack...]

Thank you again my friend.

[MsJewel]

Where would we be without dreams? Stuck in a 9 - 5 world...dreams are a vacation from reality...an opportunity to find beauty in the ordinary.

I love the feeling of this poem and the beautiful images you have given the reader to enjoy - an open curtain to Eden - so lovely. The repetition of the line 'Would she look at me if she knew" is quite effective.

Wonderful writing as always Jack.

:) Julie

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Julie. I tend to dream a lot and on that day when they do come true, my happiness will be endless. I appreciate you taking your time to read and comment on my poem today.

[Rita L. Sev]

All great actions were once only dreams... This is a wonderful piece, Jack. Superb metaphors which leave the reader reach for the dream...

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Rita. Hopefully we all dream.

[icelandicblue]

Dreams are our secret weapon, we should never give them up:

Wide is the canvas which sits
like an oasis for the eyes,
a spring for quenching thirst, food of wide-eyed wishes
now fading into the shadows of…impossible

For in the spark of a dream reality can be born.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Anne. I always appreciate your kind words to me.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Sequenced and prized as always, w ell done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. Nice to see you again.

[shallimarRose]

Oh Jack I know this dream you have so well, my story so similar.. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time.. Have that chance again with him.. but then everything here would be different wouldn't it? We might not have our children and grandchildren.. not the ones we have now.. I dream this dream of reminiscence constantly while knowing I am right where I am supposed to be. This was a beautiful piece my friend and going in my favorites library.. xo Rose

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my sweet friend. I am happy this one spoke to you. There are always dreams and what ifs, but then a glance around and you're saying...that's why.

[s y e]

I survive off my dreams, haha. Sometimes I never want to wake sometimes, my dreams are so real and I swear they feel like deja vu....

This was amazing my friend.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Noodle. I appreciate you stopping by.

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed, paintings DO live in the minds of those who dream, Jack...and you have painted some incredible images for us in this poem. Your creativity soars in this poem. " across fields and valleys overgrown of tall grasses and imagination flowing on a soft summer breeze" ahhhh....so serene. Then the line "a shivering mass of never" just HIT me.....in our dreams, we remember the good and the bad. We realize some paintings will be left unfinished. It could be....perhaps....that your poetry is the best on the site, my friend. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Lydi, you humble me with your sweet words, you really do. I sit here and write based on what I feel only hoping that others will enjoy it, maybe get something out of it, maybe realize they are not alone in how they feel. You have made me feel wonderful. Thank you so very much.

[Lydia Shutter]

My pleasure, Jack.