Sunday, January 14, 2018

My Dream--By Jack Horne--England

My Dream

Last night I dreamed that you returned,
that all the wrongs were right again;
you said this time you'd stay with me,
I kissed your lips, forgot the pain,
and as I held you...what a noise!
A ringing clock that filled my brain,
its job to drag me from my sleep...
Awake, my sunshine turned to rain.
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8 comments:

  1. Gert W. KnopJanuary 14, 2018 at 10:54 PM

    Dear Jack, great poem! Rnjoyed the read!

    Love,

    Gert

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  2. paul callusJanuary 15, 2018 at 7:13 AM

    This is a sweet & sour poem, Jack! Dreams so very often play tricks on us. Best regards // paul

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  3. UnknownJanuary 16, 2018 at 11:02 AM

    Dear Jack,

    These nasty alarm clocks ☺ but sometimes they're a blessing when they wake you up out of a nightmare. Nice piece, my friend

    Love,
    Inge

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  4. Sara KendrickJanuary 17, 2018 at 10:13 AM

    I feel the emotion in this one and feel for you. We have snow. It is a snow day!! Trapped at home behind closed doors but there is food, electricity, and warmth. Your work was truth revealing for me..Sara

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  5. Jack HorneJanuary 20, 2018 at 12:10 PM

    Thanks for the lovely comments, my friends

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  6. pdfrenchJanuary 22, 2018 at 9:36 AM

    Nice write!

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  7. Creative InspirationsJanuary 25, 2018 at 8:30 PM

    Beautiful.

    MJ (www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)

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  8. anaisnaisMarch 18, 2018 at 3:25 AM

    Smooth like butter.. slips easily from the tongue and us easily with the mind. From joy to a tug of sadness in so few words and yet telling the story just enough.

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