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 the place

without that, I knew something was wrong

I thought I could smell a rat


CLP 16/06/2021

On Dreams xii

Dissipated by

busyness, routines and demands

reality bites


CLP 18/05/2021

On Dreams ix

Is it possible

to call back and reshape dreams

based on harsh home truths?


CLP 15/05/2021


Our thoughts held tight

heads aligned

are shaped by Time

round as round, square as square

so bounded by this gravity

we sense all this is quite real

can we feel anything

change without divine intervention?

our settled ways become unsettled

minds so fixed they become unhinged


n.b. Just asking. How difficult is this, seeing outside our heads malarkey?

I turn to a painting seen yesterday to tackle today’s prompt.

‘Our heads are round so that we can change our minds’ is the title of an artwork by Francis Picabia.

I find his creativity stimulating. His willingness to take on new ideas inspirational, if at times nigh impossible to practise myself.


CLP 01/04/2021


“None of this is real”

She said, but I replied, “See?

It is. We are here”


CLP 12/03/2020