Our Dreams, a poem

When are dreams
just dreams –
Cotton candy clouds above our
wondering eyes,
Entirely magical and beyond human touch?

When are they
substantial –
Sand or clay or peanut butter sandwiches,
Taken in hand
and formed to what we wish?

When do they
get taken –
Envied, criticized by
abusing fingers
Whose dreams left long ago?

When are dreams
– just dreams –
Substantial
Taken

Missed

And when do we

dream

again?

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©2020 Chel Owens

28 thoughts on “Our Dreams, a poem

  1. aguycalledbloke November 24, 2020 / 2:14 pm

    I really do love the deep simplicity to this 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

      • aguycalledbloke November 24, 2020 / 2:33 pm

        Hey Chel, it’s beautifully penned 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  2. petespringerauthor November 24, 2020 / 9:53 pm

    Magical, Chel! It all starts with a dream.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lisa Bradshaw November 25, 2020 / 12:53 am

    I can’t help my sleep dreams just hppen all the time, mostly forgotten by the morning..

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Norah November 25, 2020 / 4:11 am

    Interesting. At first I thought you referred to the sleepy-time, bedtime dreams. But then I thought you referred to our chase-after-goals dreams. And then I wondered does it matter. Your beautiful poem could apply to both.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chel Owens November 25, 2020 / 6:35 pm

      Thanks, Norah. That’s actually where my thoughts were in crafting the poem at first. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

    • Chel Owens November 26, 2020 / 9:21 am

      😀 😀 Will this be on an inspirational poster?

      Like

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