I dream in vivid color.
I dreamt of grim death.
The Reaper's henchmen,
were gathering the lame.
Gravity with sobering clarity.
When I slept,
I dreamt of the battles,
we endured.
I dreamt of hard labor,
of knives coming at me,
and all of my demons,
met me squarely in slumber.
By contrast my days are
mundane and simple.
I work, eat three meals
wash and think of weekends.
By contrast,
there is so much that is,
good in my life and in
each day.
Death, the greatest leveller. Most of us lead a mundane life. And are all happy with it. Never bother to have a look at others who are less lucky. The capacity to look at others with compassion is a gift, His Gift. Great write. Bravo! ,
I wrote the poem 'Workplace Dream Filler Night Release Nightmares', inspired by the poem 'Dreamscape', by the poet Brook Renwick and dedicated to Brook Renwick.
I wrote the split images 'Off To Work To Weekend Dream', 'Night Chills In Demon Torture Dreams' and 'A Day Eaten In Dreams', inspired by the poem 'Dreamscape', by the poet Brook Renwick and dedicated to Brook Renwick.
By contrast, there is so much that is, good in my life and in each day. By contrast I enter my own toxic dreamscape each night. /// excellent poem penned // just love
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'I dream in vivid color. I dreamt of grim death.' I seem to dream in black and white, but these lines seem to scream in vivid colour the song lines by Split Enz, 'I see red I see red I see red'. 'When I slept, I dreamt of caves, deep underground.' I used to do cave tours, this should be fun, not toxic dreams. Try dreaming lime stone caves.