What are dreams?

Dreams are chrysalises.

What are you now,

enclosed in that hard protective case?

Oh, little pupa, are you safe?

Do you long to escape,

stretch you wet, crumpled wings

and fly?                


Dreams might look dead.


dreams released

are new creatures

longing to soar.    


What are dreams?

Dreams are jack pine seeds.

What are you now,

resin-glued in that hard, thick cone?

Oh, little seed, are you safe?

Do you long to escape

   in the forest fire blaze

and sprout?                


Dreams might look imprisoned.


dreams freed

are giant trees

yearning to grow.                                                                                                           


About bjdonaldson

I'm an average woman who enjoys reflecting on life, writing poetry and ponderings, and having a good laugh. DIY, baking, and cycling are fun, too. If you visited me, I'd invite you in for a cup of coffee and a little chat. I am a Literacy Coach, Reading Specialist, and former classroom and Reading Recovery teacher at an elementary school. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

3 responses »

  1. This is just beautiful! It reminds me of Langston Hughes’ “Dream Deferred”! I loved the precise language you used and the creative use of space on the page. What a gem you’ve shared with us! Gorgeous and meaningful!

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