Day 14: And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Dream dictionaries have been around as long as people have had dreams. Interestingly, if you consult a few of them, they nearly always tend to have totally different things to say about specific objects or symbols. Dreams, unlike words themselves, don’t seem to be nicely definable! At any rate, today’s prompt is to write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary. Pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things: Teacup, Hammer, Seagull, Ballet slipper, Shark, Wobbly table, Dentist, Rowboat.
I have used the words Teacups, Hammer, Wobbly table and Dentist.
Dreams & their Meaning!
Woke up with my unfinished sleep,
As the dream stopped abruptly to wake me,
Blur vision but I can still remember,
It is strange,
The dentist stood near the wobbly table,
With tea cups and a hammer…
Day 11: Our (optional, as always) prompt for the day is taken from one of the prompts that Kwoya Fagin Maples suggests in here interview: a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?”
My Future In 2048!
5th April’2048, Admissions open and forms being distributed,
Adults or Children age is not a barrier,
Rules and regulations has to be followed,
In the institution of “Love for Dance & Art Pvt Ltd”!
As the tile says, I have been wishing and dreaming (god knows since how many years) to dance with my life-partner. This dream is yet to come true as i am still waiting to meet my soul-mate (god knows when/where/how we shall find each-other) but till then i shall keep dreaming & hoping though to many people i look and sound foolish, childish who still believes that fairy tales would come true. 😉 😛
Day 15 – Our prompt for the day (optional, as always!). Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. Half a loaf is supposedly better than none, but what’s the difference between half of a very large loaf and all of a very small one? Let your mind wander into the middle distance, betwixt the beginning of things and the end. Hopefully, you will find some poetry there!
Strings Of Guitar!
Strings of Guitar,
A Dream of childhood,
That came true in adulthood,
Alas, It halted in just 2 months.