I was always getting told off for daydreaming. But I now realise the value of these special places our minds visit when left to their own devices. I wrote an ode to the simple daydream, where my poetry seeds germinate:
Night dreams are muddled
fuddled confusions
where four-nosed tigers
lead you up the isle
while knitting bandanas
which you throw in a blender
and make a smoothie.
Daydreams are daisies
staring at endless skies
embracing the glowing touch
of stillness and sun,
and simple wishes
like ‘how perfect now would be
if I could feel you
forever’.
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Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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Omggggg, I loveeeeee daydreaming! It's like the best thing ever! I loved your poem so much!