Carry On Tuesday posts: Our prompt this week is the opening lines of the poem Dreams by Paul Laurence Dunbar "Dream on, for dreams are sweet:"
Exchangea cycle of buried cells
fires up in the wild sleep
turns the black dreams on
unlike floaters
smoothing frown lines
when sun soothes the bones
she begs to trade dark for light
to choose self-directed reveries
when dreams are sweet
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6 comments:
My favorite poem of the three you've posted. Dreams can take us places we don't want to go sometimes. And, on the flip side they can take us places we don't want to wake from. Well done.
black dreams and wild sleep
then the sun soothes the bone.
I am utterly speechless. You are truly a fine writer
A great poem.
As always Sue, excellent. True dreams sometime take us where we would not go but ah when they are sweet, we would not leave.
love, Melanie
This is both visually and poetically wonderful.
I love the last stanza - she begs to trade dark for light, to choose self-directed reveries. To choose to turn away from nightmare to pleasant dreams, that would be a marvelous choice :)
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