Author: toridreamer

she fancied herself a dreamer
from a very young age
taught to view the world 
with open eyes and grand imagination

she wove stories of
all that was to come
and the joy and adventure
her life would hold

dreaming became an art form,
a motivation, a way to escape sadness
she studied, she grew,
she did what was expected

only what was expected
wasn’t always in her dreams
what was expected
often belonged to others

she’s had a good life
possibly, a great life
filled with love and joy,
family and friends

funny though…
she’s recently started dreaming again

April 25th
Prompt: Write a Dream Poem and/or a Reality Poem

The fingers of time
brush across my face
and I half-heartedly wish them away.
I’ve noticed their presence
almost daily recently.
They’re usually gentle,
so light I can barely feel them.
Some days though,
they have such a tight hold on me
that I barely recognize myself in the mirror.
They really dug in last year,
knotting themselves in a handful of hair
with such force it went nearly white overnight.
Other days, I feel them tickle their way
over my hands, painting on new
age spots here and there,
or twisting my neck so masterfully
that I don’t feel their presence until the next morning.
I have no delusions of aging in reverse,
of waking to find my 20-year-old
self has returned.
And the touch of time does not scare me,
so much as wake me to the present and
push me to carry on.
The lines and wrinkles and grey
that are brought to me are
welcomed on some level…
and I embrace my lifetime’s caress.

April 24th
Prompt: Write a Touch Poem

uncertain most days
head, heart, soul always searching
finding only fear

April 23rd
Prompt: Write a Fear Poem

They’ve all left
and the house is so quiet
it makes me physically ill

Sun rises bright
while birds sing their morning hymns
but all I can see is black

Day is done
and the room is empty, yet
I can still hear the voices

My head hurts
I make no move to stop it
At least I can feel something

Seven days
have passed and I have just one
last question to ask… what now?

April 22nd
Prompt: Write a What (Blank) Poem

When I saw her there
it was as if the wound opened fresh.
There was a catch in my breath,
and in my step,
causing me to lean against the giant oak,
in the park where they’d meet,
years ago,
before she knew of me.

Only a yard or so away
I spied the purpose for her presence.
A young girl, playing quietly,
wearing a bright red bow.
There it was,
the thing I couldn’t give him.
And that red…
rushing to my face now,
like it had rushed from my body that day…

I watch
but for only a moment.
And that moment was enough.
As I turned to walk away,
I felt the first tear fall.

April 21st
Prompt: Write a Six Words Poem 
(A poem using at least three of these six words – or a six word poem for each word: Bow, Lean, Park, Saw, Tear, and Wound)

sometimes
stealthy, slinky
the cat
tires of being clever
of observing
of chasing the light
or batting the string

sometimes
playful, energetic
the dog
tires of being happy
of napping
of chasing the ball
or licking the hand

sometimes
frantic, nocturnal
the hamster
tires of being tiny
of gnawing
of being caged in
or running on the wheel

sometimes
loud, fierce
the lion
tires of being feared
of protecting
of always watching over
or roaring at others

sometimes
light, melodic
the bird
tires of being scared
of singing
of nesting over and over
or flying from place to place

sometimes
the animals within
just need a rest

April 20th
Prompt: Write an Animal Poem

Coughs and wheezes
for hours on end
Eyes blurred, nose clogged,
sleep is no friend

Breaths deep and labored
tissues scattered about
Day would be better
if it could be hacked out

Since childhood, this is how
it has always been
She’s not alone, she’s knows
other women, men

Those who detest, despise,
abhor the putrid stuff
That would end the mis’ry
when enough is enough

Pushed to the limit
Can’t take another night
Has to find her sleep
Is left with no more fight

She pours the unnatural green
into a tiny cup
Holds her nose, says a prayer and
surrenders. Bottoms up!

April 19th
Prompt: Write a Taste Poem
(Been a rough week. Playing catch up today.)

Hey you
here we are…
Mortgage
Mower
Utilities
Ball and chain,
Old man,
Old lady,
Old people
Laundry
Dishes
Morning breath
Jobs
Carpools
Teenagers
Arguments
Forever and always…

April 18th
Prompt: Write a Love Poem and/or an Anti-Love Poem
This is the anti-love poem.
(Not for nothing, but after 38 years together… this seems like a love poem too.)

Dearly beloved
we are gathered here today…
Hearts
Flowers
Candles
Husband and wife,
Husband and husband,
Wife and wife,
Person and person
Equal
Happy
Beautiful
Strong
Children
Joy
Love
Forever and always…

April 18th
Prompt: Write a Love Poem and/or an Anti-Love Poem
This is the love poem.

I used to have it
Now seems lost
Out with the garbage
Maybe I tossed

When I was younger
I had a ton
Lately though
I seem to have none

Courage, boldness,
Spontaneity too
Seems they all left
As if part of a coup

To get it back
Must I be stronger
Or be the one
To hold out longer

I don’t need much
To see me through
Without it though
What will I do?

April 17th 
Prompt: Write a Nerve Poem