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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262

Challenge # 262

Dare to Dream Big

So many colors
are there
to paint your dreams
to your choice and taste
Move away
from your black-and-white dreams
Destiny and goals
might have been written
but the fun is in
trying
and
coloring
so
dare
to dream big

For my last poem of the week I’ve amalgamated 2 prompts from Moonwashed Weekly Prompts (New Dawnings) & Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262 (Random Dreams) titled Random Dawnings of New Dreams. Hope that ye enjoy the read! 🤞🙏😁📖

RANDOM DAWNINGS OF NEW DREAMS

A New Year brings with it
Promises of New Dawnings
Interspersed with
Drowsy yawnings
As it sleepily emerges
Into life
From last year’s slumber
With it’s random dreams
On our mind’s cinema screens
If we’re willing
To stop fawning
Over the year that is past
You’ll stop spawning
The same results
Eliminate the drama
And inner tumult
Time to tear asunder
Old habits
And break through the glass
Ceiling
Of your self-imposed limitations
Otherwise
New Dawnings
will become
Chasms yawning
Of could have beens.
Should’ve beens
Chances to change
Won’t keep falling
Into your lap
Time to tap
Into your potential
It’s enlightening
It’s exponential
It could…

In an acre of land, green, red

Paint spread like a peaceful plot

And colours everywhere to head

In an acre of land, green, red

Such beauty to admire and tread

To appreciate what we have got

In an acre of land, green, red

Paint spread like a peaceful plot*

(c) ladyleemanila 2023

*A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.

For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/05/reenas-xploration-challenge-262/

Reena’s Xploration Challenge

how does one hear colors
when there were once
laughter and fireworks
now it’s- the numbing silence
of longing and broken promises
how does one see its effects
when everywhere you turn
the lenses of adulthood
suffers from astigmatism?
how does one provide
a sufficient description
when all through her life
all she tasted
were the insipidities
of a poverty drenched life
how does one feel
the spectrum of its essence
when the whole world
is color blind
with the gripping need
to paint the skin in order to
feel something within
drive ourselves to the extreme
taint our lives to some extent
just to realize we are actually living
oh how I wish trees
emit hues with oxygen
that everytime we breathe
we glow a little
then we can all stop taking it
from our lil’ munchkins and kids
perhaps, we can learn
to create it…

Mr. Epperson did not design
his own dreams, these silly shreds
of memory, the strange refuse
and smoke of incomplete days.

The black sky folds, the moon
and its hours watch this man
be enslaved again to a swarm
of nothing. But after 43 years,

he finally saw something inside
the nightly mist, the supercilious
circling of eyes from a friend
dead decades earlier. Words

hummed from the stars, neither
hostile nor peaceful, but present
beyond the trappings of dream
and art, but the window came,

and, in his room, the face withdrew
with the mist, and Mr. Epperson
became nothing too.

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Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262 – Random Dreams

Random Dreams

random dreams upon my broken limbs
lingered slowly as it navigated to break free
dreams that have been my greatest solace
in those days when my world was in a total mess
random dreams, that’s all i got in a place full of regrets.

random dreams upon my broken heart
yearned deeply as it tried to come out of the pit
dreams that have been my bravest allies
in those occassions when living means denying
random dreams, that’s all i got in my life full of grief.

random dreams upon my vanquished soul
longed completely to be honored and fulfilled
in those moments when dreaming was impossible
random dreams, that’s all i got in my solitude full of chaos.

random dreams upon my forgotten self
random dreams, that’s all i got

until i got you.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #262

scented summer breeze
swept off by a random dream
into daffodils

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Mindfills for FOWC ~ swept; Reena’s exploration challenge ~ random dreams; Cee’s FOTD

Written for : Reena’s PROMPT #262: RANDOM DREAMS

the earthly colors,

Shower the blessings this year in our endeavors,

We shall not pray for any heavenly miracles,

Just protect the mankind from humanly debacles.

For we cherish all the dreams

For we own happiness and pain periodic or seldom,

We welcome all the seasons be autumn or spring,

Relish all emotions that accrue in our life’s string.

We desire no Heaven, seek no divine seasoning,

The Earth has many Heavens by every reasoning,

Better apostle of Mankind than Angels from heaven.

only andonly confession.

O Lord! Thou shall fill us with all

This post is in response to

PROMPT #262

RANDOM DREAMS

Wonderers:

I remember when I painted for the fun of it. Swishing and swirling colors to reflect my inner most, sensitive feelings of love and happiness. What do you do when you lose that feeling. When all your dreams fade to grey.

I look at the canvas but I can’t invoke the desire to lift the brushes to start anything. I want to use yellow. I need to smell blue. You probably don’t believe colors have smells and feelings. In my experience it’s true. It is all apart of my emotional state of well being and I miss it. So I think paint…but I need a little more time to get it all together.

So, what am I doing now you might ask? I’m answering the call of family. I have picked up the old crochet hook and started teaching…