Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Two Line Tuesday: Edgar Allan Poe






Charles Rodstrom


It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, 
we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

– Edgar Allan Poe



Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

DMC: "Twins" by George Heidenrich





© 2012 George Heidenrich.  All rights reserved.


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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Dreams of My Father

In honor of Father's Day, I have a special guest on Today's Little Ditty-- my dear ol' dad.  I'm so grateful for the relationship I have with my father and am proud to share many of his personality traits.

Here we are many, many moons ago:


Sometimes I still feel like I'm piggybacking on his broad shoulders.  It's a comfortable place to be.  

One of the most wonderful things for me now that he's retired, is finding out things about him that I never knew before; like how much he, too, enjoys poetry and words, and the challenge of picking just the right ones to express his innermost musings.  The following is from a collection of about thirty poems that he wrote last year on the subject of dreams.  This is one of my favorites... and no, not just because it mentions li'l ol' me.

Permission

In my dreams I have permission
to go places and do things I cannot do
when I am awake.  For instance, last night
I went to a picnic in the rain and slush at my daughter’s friend’s house
on the beach at the lake on the far side of the community.  I did not
get wet.  I was not cold.  There were fish four feet long swimming in the water
near the rocks.  The umbrella did not work.
I saw it with my own (sleeping) eyes.
Try that when you’re awake.

(In My Dreams 3)
8 February 2012
© George A. Heidenrich. All rights reserved.


All my life, people have told me what a wonderful man my father is... as if I didn't already know.  Thanks, Dad.  I love you.

Whether dreaming, soul-searching, or lighthearted laughter is what you're after, please join Margaret at Reflections on the Teche for today's Poetry Friday roundup.