Day Dream

spring time

 

Day Dream

 

hazy heat rises in steaming waves

in front of the window,

the window to that other world

Where the children play

And laughed today at a joke that

No one else can understand-

And the sun rises low above the clouds

To wave hello and send it’s

Friendly rays to greet the distant stars.

 

The stars who live up in their

Blanket of ever-present black

The pinholes of light in

The land of darkness

With the power to overcome;

And the pretty pictures they make

that represent the number three?

 

zapped back again to class

to try once more to pay attention

to a lesson you’ve already forgotten

when the class drones on and on

the world dims dark and

the images of your reality blur

together in a valiant effort

to write a poem.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Ah ! Day dreams, a dancing world of entertainment.
Variety, just turn the mind and there is new , exciting, or
dreamy stuff to steep our thoughts

Steam rising in front of the window to another world.
What an interesting and exciting concept.

If a person cannot identify with this poem, we would have
to admit that we no longer breathe among the living.

Brilliant, beautiful and thoughtful poem . I love it.

------Eagle Cruagh

[Bud]

A brilliant write! You captured daydreaming so well. Thanks for sharing.

[turtlegirlluver]

I really enjoyed this! You capture daydreaming so well, and is something that I can relate to. Great job!

"zapped back again to class
to try once more to pay attention
to a lesson you've already forgotten
when the class drones on and on
the world dims dark and
the images of your reality blur
together in a valiant effort
to write a poem."

These last few lines were my some of my favorites, since you also capture what it is like to come out of a daydream, back into the doldrums of a class, I can definitely relate!