Poetry Competition Ends 22nd February 2025 11:49pm
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DREAM TALK
Poetry Contest Description
Writing on what you hear hear or witness what someone is saying, making sounds or doing when you know they asleep, like sleep walking or sleep talking or mumbling. It could be they just smiling or laughing or sad looking,
It's intriguing to to see someone or people close or not to you or strangers as they sleep and wonder what they seeing or experiencing.... It makes you wonder and as they wake and only to know they don't remember or maybe they do. Even yourself, you may catch yourself mumbling words, you maybe half asleep and you say stupid and things that don't make sense or funny things that are strange, for example with my child and homework and late night minute my child had me helping and I was writing and I was asked a question and I wrote "Go shopping for a green sweater" and she was left so confused and started laughing crazy and I heard myself say it but my mind so exhausted cause she had me think in sleep time. In that time your mind is in no control, but fun time lol. So write about what one says or does or like my experience and write away. Or if anyone wants imagine why I said "Go shopping for a green sweater", go for it. But make your imagination very interesting and captivating to read. Have fun and take your time. You have a month to write poetry or story, thoughts, or curiosity writing of whatever you witness as one is asleep or half asleep.
LASTLY OPTIONAL NOTE:
The same goes if you see an animal or insects anything living asleep and they doing strange sounds or noises like weeping or crying or any emotional act as they sleep and make you wonder what they seeing or experiencing. So write about what the creature or species might be seeing or feeling, since they can't talk and tell you like humans can if they happen to remember when they completely awake.
IF YOU WANT TO WRITE ABOUT BOTH ANIMALS AND HUMANS YOU CAN BUT ONLY TWO ENTRIES PER PERSON.
LASTLY OPTIONAL NOTE:
The same goes if you see an animal or insects anything living asleep and they doing strange sounds or noises like weeping or crying or any emotional act as they sleep and make you wonder what they seeing or experiencing. So write about what the creature or species might be seeing or feeling, since they can't talk and tell you like humans can if they happen to remember when they completely awake.
IF YOU WANT TO WRITE ABOUT BOTH ANIMALS AND HUMANS YOU CAN BUT ONLY TWO ENTRIES PER PERSON.
One Free Dream Card
Tell me this is not a dream. I’m sorry, yes it is, but do not worry because I have good news,
that life is but a transient dream.
We are all inserted into this dream with one dream-come-true card in our pocket. It is not ours to play. The cosmos will play it for us because it knows better, but when it is played it will be as unassuming and miraculous as the birth of a child.
On the karmic road, this will become a point of maturing, and will be laden with images that you have payed forward into your universe. Mere logic will not be able to logically assemble the pieces that synchronicity has generated.
I wake up from a recurring dream about you and there you lay. Being confused I turn to check the dreidel on the nightstand and see it lying motionless. Then it suddenly comes to me again this morning, delivered fresh like a cinnamon bagel.
As when one is dying, one just knows. So it is with our dream card. When it is put into play you simply know that this time it is the genuine deal. If you feel, at this late hour, that it has not yet been put into play, then I have more good news.
The fact that you are reading this says that it is nearer to you than yesterday. Yet it is a great paradox that you worry you will be holding it tightly against your chest at the end of your days. Try loosening your grip.
Adulthood makes us latent to this fact, and that’s okay because something will tap you gently on the shoulder to wake up and to trim your lamp of vigilance. Keep your oil fresh because the judderman skulks when nightmares spin your dreidel again.
A clue that your card has been played is the fact that you are now often crying over unimaginably beautiful things which were there all the time. Remember well the smell of that moment’s air. Be bold and intentional enough to journal it.
Speak authentically and go forth into your day dream. Give time the permission to slip you into the morrow, not that it needs it, but it’s a fitting gesture.
that life is but a transient dream.
We are all inserted into this dream with one dream-come-true card in our pocket. It is not ours to play. The cosmos will play it for us because it knows better, but when it is played it will be as unassuming and miraculous as the birth of a child.
On the karmic road, this will become a point of maturing, and will be laden with images that you have payed forward into your universe. Mere logic will not be able to logically assemble the pieces that synchronicity has generated.
I wake up from a recurring dream about you and there you lay. Being confused I turn to check the dreidel on the nightstand and see it lying motionless. Then it suddenly comes to me again this morning, delivered fresh like a cinnamon bagel.
As when one is dying, one just knows. So it is with our dream card. When it is put into play you simply know that this time it is the genuine deal. If you feel, at this late hour, that it has not yet been put into play, then I have more good news.
The fact that you are reading this says that it is nearer to you than yesterday. Yet it is a great paradox that you worry you will be holding it tightly against your chest at the end of your days. Try loosening your grip.
Adulthood makes us latent to this fact, and that’s okay because something will tap you gently on the shoulder to wake up and to trim your lamp of vigilance. Keep your oil fresh because the judderman skulks when nightmares spin your dreidel again.
A clue that your card has been played is the fact that you are now often crying over unimaginably beautiful things which were there all the time. Remember well the smell of that moment’s air. Be bold and intentional enough to journal it.
Speak authentically and go forth into your day dream. Give time the permission to slip you into the morrow, not that it needs it, but it’s a fitting gesture.
Written by BaldyBrown
(Sordid and Sacred)
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