Day Dreams

We often walked the winding
heather lined roads of our youth,
destinations irrelevant.

She would crinkle her nose
when we passed the home
of the undertaker, while I
pretended to see bones
in the yard and emit the
moaning sounds of ghosts;
hoping she would feign being
scared, and move close.

Even then, her smile would
infect my soul and the sight
of her in a sleeveless dress
prompted my heart to
trampoline within my chest.

Stirred from my slumber, smells
of spring bring me awake,
force memories and dreams
through the prism of reality.
The comfortable weight of her
head on my shoulder confirms
that all is right in the world.

In the hammock, France 2008

In the hammock (Photo credit: Happy Sleepy)

Written for Shawna’s Monday Melting word list 2: sleeveless, heather, trampoline, slumber, mentality, bone, infect, prism, undertaker, emit, winding crinkle. Could not fit the one; sappy ending just to throw her off…and because it felt right.



Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

4 responses to “Day Dreams

  1. Shawna

    Oh brother, you would write something sappy just after returning from your anniversary getaway. Maybe you can write something dark next week. 😉

    Loved this part: “while I
    pretended to see bones
    in the yard and emit the
    moaning sounds of ghosts”

  2. Love this, Mark. So sweet. And BRAVO on the use of “trampoline” as a verb. NICE.

  3. This is a heartwarming poem, Mark. particularly the comforting assonance in the second stanza.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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