Dog-eared Dreams

Dog-eared Dreams

A Poem by MachinaWriter

I dreamed beneath the shade

of an old oak tree;

where it was safe, and free, and beautiful

where there was everything I’d need.


I dreamed that I rolled on hills of grass

next to childhood friends;

where we would watch the others

and we would laugh,

like lovers who think it’ll never end.


I dreamed that we built a fort,

of planks and nails and sticks;

then dreamed it was a castle,

made of iron and stone and bricks.


I dreamed I skid my knee

and watched it bleed;

but a gentle hand, with a gentle care,

put on the bandage I didn’t know I’d need.


I dreamed I held the hand

of my first crush;

as we tried to catch lightning in little jars,

on a trail by a little creek,

while I wanted to ask if we were going too far

…but, in my dream I couldn’t speak.


I dreamed I found a friend

while peering into the dog-eared pages of another world;

a friend who showed me castles and wise sages,

and how a firefly is like a girl.


I dreamed I read a book

where I lived and learned

and loved;

now it sits on a lonely shelf,

and I’m wondering if a dream was all it was.

© 2015 MachinaWriter

Author's Note

So, yeah, it's been a while. The few poems I've put up most recently haven't really been me at my best. Not as a poet, but really as a person. I've had a lot going on, but writing this one, I actually felt like myself again. At least, the person I always used to feel that I was.

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This is wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed the ride as it took me places familiar and precious. Very good writing, I'd say.

Posted 1 Year Ago

This is a graceful write. Very 'easy' in a good way to the minds eye...
I lived the moments in each stanza

Posted 1 Year Ago

Your writing shows such skill. For a while know I also haven't been feeling myself, but everytime i write originality comes through. the same with you you will always find yourself again.

Posted 3 Years Ago

This is fine to me. The details are there and images clear.

Books are the gate to other experiences and imagination is its key.

Love can be alluding, sad, but always enlightening. Just like the pages of a well read friend.

I enjoyed. :)

Posted 3 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was truly beautiful. It painted such a lovely picture and the ending was the cherry on top for me. I pictured someone reminiscing on all of these beautiful memories when suddenly I'm left wondering if they were memories or hopes. Beautifully done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


5 Years Ago

That lingering question at the end was the goal, so I'm glad you liked it and felt that way. I haven.. read more

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Added on August 10, 2015
Last Updated on August 10, 2015



Springfield, IL

My original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..


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