In my dreams I see the place where we all go to meet
with our ancestors and loved ones who are deceased.
In this place of care and honor, amusement graces
peace, creating a space to experiment with ease.
Here is where the grass tickles my knee, and fairies
come happily to give what I need. There are large halls
and magnificent poets whose cryings don't need paper
for they are written with emotion. Sitting together,
I am embraced by an angel on my left and bearded man
to the right. Discourse on understanding triangular
magnetism lasts all night. Then others come to learn
as well, but the poet only needs vibration to hear.
The subtleties of inspiration can become clear if
seen through the lens of dreams, and given care.
~
This is my entry to @rensoul17 newest contest - Where Poets Dream.
The image is from Pixabay and was the prompt for creating this poem.
This poem was actually inspired by my last nights dream :) I have many dreams where I see poets and artists coming together with ALLL sorts of amazing magic and troubadour fun! Whatever you can imagine is real if you believe it !