6.26.2013

She Dreamed Herself A Rose




One summer evening

the kind where the breeze blows through 
open windows
and
white sheers dance a hypnotic dance...

she dreamed a dream

moon peeking 
eyes squinting

blue-black sky 
star splattered canvas
lulling her
to the never-never place

tree branch scritch-scritching
the roof

 night time melody
toad symphony
wait
shh.


eyes heavy

satisfied,

gently squeezing tight 
shutting out the day 
and dancing curtains

her body still
window sill
witness

as she took root from seed and grew
small
but unafraid
ever reaching 
upward
toward light
unseen

but still known

trusting the light
budding
blooming
blossoming full
she became the rose
awakened to morning
dew kisses -

she dreamed herself a rose
and became the beautiful flower
glorious
radiant
bringing smiles 
and joy
 to all who
 came into her presence
and in her season
she was known
to have grown
from the small
skyward
from earth 
into the unknown
all the way
to Heaven.




Linking with:
dVerse Poets Pub

and Wordless Wednesday (for my Rose pic- but with words!)



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5 comments:

  1. love that last stanza....dreamed herself a rose and grew to heaven...there is magic in it...but also hope...and i think it comes back to what we dream of ourselves...how we see ourselves makes all the difference...

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  2. This is lovely. It's true we can live our dreams :)
    I love the way this is displayed ... it aids reading like you speaking it.
    Tigerbrite

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  3. i like how she became what she dreamed for herself - i think there's power in the pictures we make of ourselves - beautifully put

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  4. Oh LOVE LOVE this! So wonderful Dawn! Fav is simply the phrase..."She dreamed herself a rose." love it!

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