Only time for dreaming

Reflective poetry

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From where we stand,

the shore gathers minute fragments,

tiny pieces of the past,

short sleeve summers

and popsicle kisses

behind the cattails

Now frozen,

the once reflective waters

reminded us of those days

we wished would never end,

like the ripples we counted

formed by skipping stones

Still as I look, I can see

things as they might have been

had this all happened before

and worlds were much closer

along then quiet streets

Where sidewalks were made

for holding hands and

tree trunks held our once 

carved initials, inside of a 

big heart with an arrow

So, tell me why I still hear

the shouts of neighbors

pointing, drawing curtains,

trying to sleep as this search

for those days continues

and as well I'd like to know,

why didn't time stand still for us

while everything else moved so quickly,

leaving little time for love

and only time for dreaming

Author's Note

Sometimes those days seem like they were only a dream

Reviews

[poetgurl]

This is quite a piece here, love your imagery.
Here I sit thinking if time could stand still, if only for a moment.
Makes one think what they would do,
Enjoyed this.

[willweb]

Thank you so much. I appreciate your time.

[Amy R]

This piece captures the universal experience of nostalgia and lost love, inviting us to reflect on our own memories and emotions.
My fav stanzas are 1,2 , something about the ways its written maybe...
This was very well written, I loved the imagery and the way you expressed it all, painted a picture just like a dream.
-Amy

[willweb]

Thank you for your nice comment. I am happy you enjoyed this.

[Amy R]

You're welcome, have a good week ahead.

[Papaya]

If only time could stand still but at least we have our dreams to cut through monotony and tragedy, providing an escape and hope. Beautiful again.

[willweb]

An escape and hope...two very important things associated with our dreams and memories. Thank you Ana. Your visits are always memorable to me.

[Papaya]

Always a pleasure! 🍭

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and here I went, right back to the sixties.
All of these things were such a part of them.
And we dreamed, and we dreamed, and we dreamed.
j.

[willweb]

We sure did, dreams were part of the culture in more ways than one. Thanks so much Jacob.

[Clarisse]

i really like how this poem unfolds, it gives it a 'dreamy' hint. good job!

[willweb]

Thank you so very much.

[Clarisse]

Oh, you're welcome...