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 |   The Saga of Prosperous Snow Continues |
Tuesday, May 1, 2018 Perchance to Dream1 On a night without stars I am walking down the middle of a street, with cars parked along both curbs and talking to someone in a white van. A large brown dog, wearing a stamp with a politician's politician's picture on it, is standing statue still in front of us. Only the dog, myself, and the person in the van are in my dream. The dog bits my left leg, and I am lost in a river at dawn, the light of the sun glows so bright that it blinds my mind. On a night without stars, I dream of a dog biting my leg, and I am walking on azure waters that chill the wind's hot tears. Azure waters flow, down slime wet halls, washing away the charcoal terror of night, and red wine suges across the glowing rime of winter. Only the dog talks; announces casting calls for cost cutting politicians. Poet's Note: ▼ The "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"  prompt for DAY 1596What do you think affects a good night’s sleep in a negative way? The kind of bed, the pillows, the covers, life’s stresses, relationships, noise, illness, medication, and/or anything else you can come up with, in addition to all of the above? To Sleep To sleep undisturbed by extraneous noises either explainable or unexplainable. Maybe some chocolate will send me over the edge of sleep, and encourage sweet dreams. Counting sheep doesn't help, but I could sleep if could hear the sound of rain, or the neighborhood birds would sing. Footnotes |
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