Dream by Jacek Yerka
The river
is always rising,
carrying me somewhere
I cannot yet see.
I float on
looking for the farther shore
but somehow I slip past everything
I know,
out to an ocean
as dark and smooth as oil.
Unfamiliar stars turn above
and beneath me.
The out-of-phase moon
throws her light before me
illuminating
the edge of the Earth.
I try to paddle back
against the tide
losing a little
with each stroke.
All my nightmares
now sail
noiselessly
along with me
The clocks have all lost their numbers;
why do we always think we have time?
Written for Magpie Tales creative writing group.
In Other Words 
First, I love the Lavender Ropes. So cool. And this one also–asks the biggest question of all. Thanks, Other Mary. k.
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Thank you Karin. The lavendar ropes are from a drying barn of a lavendar farm, so they really are lavendar ropes. And the pic was taken through a window.
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the river is always leading us and sometimes we cannot see the final destination. Your ending asks the question that we all ponder..There is never enough time as time is now.
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I know I sure never have enough time. Thanks Truedessa.
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The nightmares sailing beside is why we really want to leave that dreamscape. Your ending question is what really sums it up… We need more time asleep
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Thanks for that Bjorn. I feel like I need more time for just about everything! lol
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Paddling against the tide and clocks with no numbers. Too much to do, so little time.
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Loved the way you have taken the propmt
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Thanks Gravadee.
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Wow you ventured far with this one , my dear , thanks
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Thank you. I can’t wait to read yours. :o)
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A dream like feel to this yet it can also fit well with reality.
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Thanks Rommy.
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Intriguing and holding; well done.
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Thank you Berowne.
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Well done! Rivers and time – both intriguing subjects.
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Wow. This is beautiful and kind of creepy. I loved it. 🙂 Love the ocean dark and smooth as oil…sexy, dark and sexy words in here. Well done.
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Thank you Elena.
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I don’t know. Why do we? I travel a lot between time zones, asking myself that selfsame question. Fun take!
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Thanks Shers.
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Hi Mary ~~~ this is a little masterpiece, the question you pose in the last line … we should be asking ourselves every day.
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Quite the one-two punch at the end. Fantastic!
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Thank you Kathleen.
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the last lines are too good!
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Thank you!
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The key is to always keep on floating…
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Yes, I agree.
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This was a very cool prompt, and you did it justice.
=)
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Thank you Susan.
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