down the street
on a sunny day
striding along
full of youthful
exuberance.
I saw my reflection
in the shop window--
back arrow straight
butt tucked
stomach in
chest out.
I owned
the world!
Then I woke up.....
well, damn!
A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
Oh, so lovely, Bev. Who would want to wake up from such a beautiful and vivid dream! I always enjoy the humour you inject into your writings. Thank you for the smiles. :)
ReplyDeleteWaking up is such a downer!
ReplyDeletePop goes that bubble!
ReplyDeleteRelatable! hahaha
ReplyDeleteI've uttered your last line more than once, after a wonderful dream ends. Still, it's good to have them, right? My favorites are the ones where I can run in the woods...
ReplyDeleteAh well, good that our wishes can be fulfilled for a little while and we get to experience those joyful emotions.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, personal, funny, wishful thinking poetry! Damn.
ReplyDeleteHaha what a shame you woke up I love these vivid dreams like you experience another reality
ReplyDeleteWe you certainly gave us readers a good laugh!
ReplyDeleteBummer. Even though I'm (almost) never surprised, I still hate waking up.
ReplyDeletegreat dream!...i love this..
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