Loved Bright and Senseless

The dragon visited her in her sleep,
His breath warmed her heart.
She felt his broad strength inside her so deep,
But her mind stood apart.

It sat on a ledge high above Dreamer’s head,
It swung its short feet.
The dragon filled Dreamer with visions of dread,
She thrilled to their beat.

“You know that this dream doesn’t make any sense,”
Her mind idly observed.
Dreamer’s eyes never wavered from dragon’s bright gaze –
“Shut up, it’s a dream.”


Written for October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly 2017. I wanted to write a sensual poem, like what Magaly wrote! But inexplicable forces compel me to post this one instead, a poem about the dreams I write myself, the love I have for bright senseless dreams…

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23 thoughts on “Loved Bright and Senseless

  1. Dreamy, powerful and so beautiful! Loved this, I have a deep affinity for dragons..so I thoroughly enjoyed this magical and intriguing readโ€ฆpure gorgeousness!
    Victoria

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    1. Neither do I! Dreamer tells the logical part, the part that says “morning’s coming, you have to wake up,” to go away and leave her alone ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. Dreams are one of my great loves, they inspire and reveal so much to us. We can have fun with them, we can have conversations with them (and about them), we can morph them into stories, we can fight them, we can giggle with and at them… What’s not to love, right? And, of course, dragons!

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  3. This made me giggle. I too am a fan of my weirder dreams. They make for interesting morning conversations at the very least, but sometimes they can inspire quite satisfying art. Nicely done.

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    1. Oh, my dreams are almost always weird… I need to start a dream journal and write them down for later use – I’ve just never gotten around to that ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  4. I agree, dreams make the best art. I can relate to bright senseless dreams, and how they hold us captive in that moment; a magical world to inhabit. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. They hold us captive in the moment, and then they enrich the rest of the day with the memory of that magical world we can hope to inhabit again that night ๐Ÿ˜‰

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