Daily Prompt: Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star
When you were 10, what did you want to be when you grew up? What are you now? Are the two connected?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us DREAMS.
I always wanted to be an artist. To create, to share, to teach, to inspire. That’s my dream.
This post is inspired by a previous post, called Sweet Dreams, that I’ve had some truly lovely feedback from.
Sweet Dreams – Reprise
Sweet dreams are made
In varied themes that
Convoluted, curve as
Does the rain-swelled
Stream, tripping over
Rocks and stones,
Tumbling away into
Some disinterested
Play of thought
And lack thereof.
The mind bridges
These vast chasms,
The dam busts,
The bubble bursts.
Left high and dry
In an endless desert.
Is this a mere mirage,
Visions blurred gauzily,
Subconscious schemes to
Subvert all pleasantries?
Sweet dreams are
Made of such extremes.
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