Journey of Words

Tag: Dreams

  • On Courage ii

    facing up to feargiving voice to suppressed truthfinding gentle words ~ n.b. For JS CLP 22/08/2021 →

  • On Charge

    once in step hands brush blushed apologies exchangedelectrified skin ~ CLP 22/08/2021 →

  • On the Beach

    I’m never tired of each tide’s unique beauty waking next to you ~ CLP 03/08/2021 →

  • Autumn?

    there was a chill in the air it caught my breath dry leaves scuttered along the gutter cloud veiled the stars, mussed the Moon Cold? you questioned pulling closer, looking up smile shaping to kiss ~ CLP 02/08/2021 →

  • Dream #25

    Too tired to dream I slept straight through rose to a world gone wrong as if the chaos usually found inside my head had really happened outside instead ~ CLP 26/06/2021 →

  • Dream #24

    you must know this one where you reach out as far as you can then not reaching what you stretched for start to fall towards a ground so distant you cannot see it you cannot fly resistance is useless you tumble through parting air and you rediscover fear as the ground approaches so fast, so →

  • Dream #23

    unable to speak shouts stifled at source legs bound, arms held this is not what I came for how do I wake myself when so constrained by sleep? will it end like this? drowned in white light? in silence? ~ CLP 20/06/2021 →

  • Dream #22

    Which bed is this? I wake unsure no standard hotel shape to reassure my musty head is somewhere secure familiar start to a new day with an unfamiliar face who has just pulled close the door behind her I hold a memory of shapes and words recalled too late that was not her name she →

  • Dream #21

    heavy rain’s half-time shuffle on the roof mixes with the jazz ostinato beat of towering street lamps flicking by wheels slip over pools along the carriageway sheets of spray from trucks misting view red rear lights, pairs of dazzling white approach, recede dashboard indicators green there’s a song replaying on the radio today becomes yesterday →

  • Dream #20

    you know, this thing that didn’t happen anywhere but my head, seemed real I remember everything about it conversation, colours, the amazing food all the personal touches every sensation, but smell smell? nothing. I thought nothing of it until I was asked to leave as I said, it seemed real but without a scent of →