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Dream a little Dream
Wooden plaque
written in felt tip
still visible after 75 years
she must have been proud
the day she gave herself away
the photo out of the blue
she was running
stressed
wide eyed
the flat of her out stretched hand
against the boys face
who didn't see
other direction
the inevitable collision
the ball of white
tracking her down
him down
didn't wanna talk about it
Sitting in the school hall
watching the games on screen
projected
seats taken four deep
no room to study
earlier arrival needed
as not budging.
written in felt tip
still visible after 75 years
she must have been proud
the day she gave herself away
the photo out of the blue
she was running
stressed
wide eyed
the flat of her out stretched hand
against the boys face
who didn't see
other direction
the inevitable collision
the ball of white
tracking her down
him down
didn't wanna talk about it
Sitting in the school hall
watching the games on screen
projected
seats taken four deep
no room to study
earlier arrival needed
as not budging.
Published 5th Jan 2015
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5th Jan 2015 7:32am
it was a dream from last night obviously xD so I did write it out rather quickly as now forgotten most of it
I dont recall the plaque and woman in the white dress
but the school hall and video screen are still prominent
oddly enough i was studying but couldn't use my desk as someone else had taken my seat, the games as In Olympic in style but only for one country
there was also an issue about water oh and the teacher was treebeard who took me out and we ate leaves off the trees.. hmm
ok rather weird and random
the the plaque was of my departed grandparents
again no reasoning that i can think of xD
I dont recall the plaque and woman in the white dress
but the school hall and video screen are still prominent
oddly enough i was studying but couldn't use my desk as someone else had taken my seat, the games as In Olympic in style but only for one country
there was also an issue about water oh and the teacher was treebeard who took me out and we ate leaves off the trees.. hmm
ok rather weird and random
the the plaque was of my departed grandparents
again no reasoning that i can think of xD
5th Jan 2015 7:43am
I don't even think I could put a dream in a poem. Well I did once and it was one messed up poem. I think it was called "lady at the door". I like my drunken poems better anyway, lol.
5th Jan 2015 7:50am
lol yeah
imaginations do fly high when tipsy
though the crash landing can be painful once realisation of said poetry write lol
thankfully I seldom drink xD
imaginations do fly high when tipsy
though the crash landing can be painful once realisation of said poetry write lol
thankfully I seldom drink xD
5th Jan 2015 7:53am
5th Jan 2015 7:56am
5th Jan 2015 8:21am
This has a quality of claustrophobia, and some sense of threat. The flat of her hand warding off the boy, and that tracking ball of white seems a particular menace, one not to be spoken of. Very much a dreamlike vision here, not comforting be effective.
5th Jan 2015 10:09am
I love your interpretation of this Mr Crow
I always assumed the ball of white to be the clothes worn if you get my drift but as for the rest i'm not so sure about
I always assumed the ball of white to be the clothes worn if you get my drift but as for the rest i'm not so sure about
