Reach
I am not a dream. /
Your waking will not end me. /
Lower that snack — now.
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Tag Archives: dream
Haiku and photo: “Sugar dream”
Sugar dream
Original glazed /
Hot when the round light’s bright. /
Summer’s sugar dream.
071118
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Photo finish Friday: “Dusk”
She stumbled upon the house from her dreams on the dusk of day of her lover’s funeral.
Photo and first line. Now, what’s the rest of the story?
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Dream”
Nodding off, he read /
the bright sign: “Don’t drive drow —” /
He dreamed the end.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Endless”
The rooms are endless, /
Like stars in the universe /
In my summer’s dream.
[Editor’s note: This takes the same idea as last week’s haiku and takes it in a slightly different way.]
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
cARtOONSdAY: “cOOKIE”
Then they all melted before they reached his lips.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
cARtOONSdAY: “iMPOSSIBLE rEALITY”
He dreamed it so well that he didn’t want to wake up to this reality.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Dream stars”
Tonight I dream stars. /
Worlds enveloped in wonder. /
My dog wants a walk.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Deferred”
Deferred dream awaits /
forgotten lover lurking /
lips pursed for your touch.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Dreams”
Three writers are sitting at a bar. It’s the first time they’ve met.
After a drink or two, the first writer turns to the others at the bar and says, “I had a strange dream last night.”
The second writer asked, “How strange was it?”
“Well, the first writer says, “I dreamed I went to Hell and a lot of famous writers were there. You know, Mark Twain, Dorothy Parker, Albert Camus.”
“Really,” says the second writer. “I dreamed I went to Heaven and a lot of famous writers were there. You know, C.S. Lewis, G.K. Chesterton, John Bunyan.”
When he didn’t say anything, they asked the third writer, who said, “I dreamed I was in a bar with two other writers.”
The next night the three writers met again at the bar.
The first writer said, “I dreamed I was in Heaven, and I saw all those writers you mentioned.”
The second writer said, “I dreamed I was in Hell, and I saw all those writers you mentioned.”
Then they turned to the third writer sitting between them. He took a sip of his drink and shrugged his shoulder, “I dreamed I was in a bar with two other writers.”
After another drink, they started talking about their work.
“I’m a crime writer,” said the first writer.
“I’m a romance writer,” said the second writer.
They then turned to third writer who sighed and said, “I’m a travel writer.”
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
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