Dreamer Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dreamer

Like then when
they taught us how to write
I sit and face the wall
on image make designs
hero lives in comfort;
but looked down,
hero leaves and departs
hero goes rises, falls
hero sees problems
on the way, struggles
fails, succeeds, and again
till at end a return…
"Story is now made! "

Is morning and clouds
silver edge, sun behind
and the wind turns to gust
blizzards on asphalt
and tires roll, stuck
cars slip next to mine!
I think of accident
the injured, hospital
how to go
how to call
then finding girlfriend
or finding, just friend
and the things we can share
imagine, estimate future.

Feel her size up and down
A or B? Or much more
And twelve or fourteen?
Or above?
And her hair red? Blonde?
Or black, curly, soft?
And skin? Light and pale? Strong?
And if guy?
Old or young?
Caucasian? Or what kind?

Oh I am dreamer!