Photo Challenge #182 – These Dreams

Gretchen wakes with a shudder. The eerie morning light paints unusual colors on the walls. Like fluid spilling from an opening can, her world changes back to real.

The room fills with echoes of her slowing breath. Her eyes search for a query to explain what happened again. She rubs then with open hands as if to wipe the scene permanently from her vision.

Her right hand rummages the table top of her nightstand. Fast fingers find the smooth surface of her phone. Its harsh blue light4hw telling of a number dialed.

“Hello? Hello! It happened again!” Gretchen yells in bursts. “I can’t take these dreams. Are you revenue?”

“Yeah . . .. I’m here. … It’s like 540AM.” Joel works feverishly to put who and what together.

“It happened again! I’m… I’m leaving my room through the window.” Gretchen draws lines in the air with her hand “I heard voices. Then footsteps…. My heart is exploding in beats. I can’t breath. My throat is choked up. Are you listening to me?!”

“Yeah.. Yeah. The footsteps draw closer and you go out.” Joel thinks of why his crazy sister calls him alone.

“But this time on a unicorn… Wait, I mean unicycle. There’s a cord running down to the beach. The ocean is turning muddy. And blackbirds… They call out to these people in the house where I am.” She loses her breath taking in a rush.

“Gretchen. Calm down. You decided to go to Clown school.” Joel looks back at the clock “You and that Therapist of yours decided it was the only way to get over your clown phobia. I’m going back to bed. Put your clown attire in the closet where you can’t see it!”

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Wishing

Today a wish fell from the sky

Dust, maybe fairy dust it sparkled

My breath stopped, my heart paused

Trying to comprehend was it meant

My eyes glued as it tumbled

Finding my upturned palm

Slowly gossamer wings appeared

Spellbound I stared at the sight

It tested those frail wings

Turning to face me

Then leapt back skyward

I wished it stayed

I wished for the wisdom of a child

Knowing to act not think first

As it rose, I jumped up

Failing arms desperate to grab on

My mind crawled away

My face dropped a bit

I knew next time what to do

When the next wish falls from the sky

Stray Thoughts

Thoughts swirl through my mind

Lighting the dark recesses

Like fireflies, they spark and move

I reach for them in vain

they scatter and reemerge

I forget once captured they die

The jar can only confine

It only zaps their energy

They fade like yesterday’s dreams

Still my inner child swings

Maybe this time it’ll work

I can hold and make it real

Suddenly they are gone

Like darkness against sudden light

They fade from sight

Never to be known

Whether any of it was real

Echoes

Heart beats into my eardrums

Stray thoughts loose and running

Fruitless pursuits dream

Upon unseen mountains

My thoughts echo

Pulled within illusions

Places only fools trust

My soul seeks peace

Reflection against the world

Chasms fill with echoes

Voices writing lyrics

Waves of comfort spill

Somewhere – Stories by 5

Zephira draws up her mandolin. A few gentle strums of its strings lets loose the amora of fall leaves and vanilla. Her head lowers beyond sight. The air rushes by suddenly perishing dreams of Summer. Her words turn staccato like piano notes. I resist with all my might.

A distant cello joins in with her melody. The world bends to her. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll slip back to where I belong. The world is so small within the looking glass.

Moth Catches Flame

Fires dance in your eyes

My inner candle begins melting 

Promises of possibilities flutter about 

Whispers of thoughts 

Things I long for versus need 

Enticing moves stir images 

“What ever your desire” falls to ears 

No lips move, no sound travels 

But still my ears are full 

Gentle hands sweep through my dreams 

Reality never holds trust of fantasy 

Within the dreams I wander paths 

Where no footsteps are needed

Interface is between two faces 

Elegance replaces beauty 

The moth grabs the flame

Mist of Dreams

Mist of my dreams swirl

Spinning like a kaleidoscope 

Am I looking back

Like the stats in telescope

Or forward in Crystal ball

Happy blue skies pave paths

Tall trees throw twisted shadows 

Nothing is as it seems 

Everything is exactly as it appears 

Lines of sight tug gently 

Filaments of thoughts resist 

Delightful mess spills across fantasy 

Which parts will I miss?

Which parts to cling to? 

Time slides through hidden hourglass

Slowly I realize what never was

Has always been waiting with what was

Inside Thoughts

I wantto take your breath away.

I watchyou move completely 

My mind locked on every part

My eyes flash to keep up

Your body converts to road map

Some curves are far more dangerous 

At least in my view from here

You’re an addiction wanting to hook me

I linger on thoughts of being emerged

Photo Challenge -Tea leaves

I bask in her warmth.  My mind holds those moments that are special because they are our moments.   There is a certain calmness that stills my heart.  

The night drifts by.  Time is a ceiling fan counting by whoosh sounds.   Light stays at bay. 

My dreams morph.   Subtly I’m drawn away.  Her face warn and kind grows.   Her smile looks more relaxed.  I twist to better see whay keeps me whole.

The warmth returns. Strange white shiny walls curve up from below. I feel like am burning.  Parts of me break free and float off.  Her smile twists more profound.  

Being someone cup of tea is not always good

Drifting Away 

I watch you drift 

Each passage leads you further 

You never look back 

Currents toy with your ambition

Eddies await to swirl your direction

On shore, any hope floats past you

Your empty hands only reach from afar 

Past the length of any arm 

Tomorrow you will out out again 

The tides await your efforts 

Again I’ll watch to see if you return 

We dance until the chord breaks 

The waves drowned the sound 

Until the horizon welcomes you 

 I’ll still be on the shore 

Waiting to see where you’ll go