Swirl

I never count sheep

if I can't sleep

they'll jump over the 

fence without a number

           

              no

as I slumber I view

the syllable count 

then words to define.

how I feel

as a movie reel rotates

each sentence I found

             

            and 

In sound dreamland

a poem may complete

as it comes together

so sweet 

but often fades as a

dying ember

               As

I awake and on my feet

it has flown to a distant

December

and I simply cannot remember

Reviews

[Seth Cason]

Hey Fran!
I'm digging the music here and the last line delivers like UPS. I'm suddenly compelled to administer emergency liposuction on all my wordy poems, not to mention comments like these, but first-- I keep forgetting to tell you that my mother's father's people come from Paris, too! I mean, well, Paris, Arkansas. But still.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Seth for the
review. ..haha liposuction
on wordy poems .yeah
My paternal grandfather
was from the real deal
France ..i appreciate
your words

[Meenakshi Dutta]

I always wish to write about my dreams in my poems. But, somehow, I miss em everytime.
U have definitely put it in a beautiful way.
Enjoyed the read.
Keep writing.
Best wishes

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Saga
I so appreciate
your kind review;

[Ken Simm.]

A lovely poem about dreams which I really needed this morning as my dreams last night were anything but lovely. This flows so well like a rill of peaceful sleep. Beautiful and well written.

[Fran Marie]

Hi Ken;
thanks so much
for dropping by
to read and for the
kind words and thoughts
on m y poetry; I appreciate
i

[Poetic Beauty]

Often our dreams fade quickly if we don’t think of them upon waking. The are like smoke dissipating on the wind. Great creative thought and poem penned.

[Fran Marie]

thanks PB so very much
appreciated..dreams do fade fast
so true

[Poetic Beauty]

It depends for me but mine seem to linger for days and week but others seem to vanish with the light. I can control my dreams to some extent and I dream in color. Vivid real life type dreams.

I’ve had a few that were like water evaporating in the desert sun. And never to resurface. Dreams are mysterious things

[Fran Marie]

yeah.they are mysterious
mine are in all colors
mixed together and can
have 2 or 3 dreams. In
the same dream like
watching 3 separate
movies ..it gets twisted

[Poetic Beauty]

When I have mine about my friend in Arizona they get strange. I started to have a dream about my new interest and in the background my Beasty as I call him was standing there shaking his head no with arms crossed. I’ve not dreamt of my new interest since and that was two months ago.

[Poetic Beauty]

I can’t say that I’ve had the kind of dreams that you do though. I also dream of the desert as if I’m standing there but yet have never been.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

counting those crazy syllables...that puts me to sleep.
I have often gone to bed and a poem has come to me...a few times early on I told myself I would
remember and write it in the morning...didn't work, lost it.
So now I just pop up and get to the keyboard.
it's there, or it's not. We are lucky to have poetry come to us. I don't feel responsible for one thing that I write...I am just a conduit...the words come and I write them down...Good luck, says I.
j.

[Fran Marie]

thanks Jacob
me too I seem to lose it
also..it makes sense in
a dreamlike swirl but
most times I can't recall
gets lost when I awake
I appreciate your thoughts
on this one...