Eight-line Poems 2

Field of Dreams

Field of Dreams

Here the herds of peaceful dreams are scattered upon the green,
quietly grazing on the days of daisies, the gracile grasses granted,
lazing sleepy under a midnight sun, a blanketing warmth spread
upon the meadow and the soft-eyed creatures chewing on the cud.

Here too the wild nightmares go thundering through the herds,
hooves kicking up the sod and so stirring shattered sensibilities,
staring eyes fixated upon their fear, chasing somnolent existence
from the field, out into the dread and darkness of a sudden waking.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.17.24
Prompt: Field of dreams.