Far from real

A lady approaches, with kindly smile,
plastered, rack my brains for some hint of,
recognition, She denies my
knowledge of her, is assured
of her knowledge of me,
next day she appears,
for real : dreamy
deja vu?
I run,
Threatening to,
eat me whole, only,
to realise, alive,
in my dreams I am. While we,
rest dreams invade our innermost
chambers, invoking emotions we,
never knew existed. Like never before.

Dreams are safe havens,
Of escape from reality,
I dream to be,
And in my dreams, I truly live.

Dreams are realer than reality,
Yet I pinch myself while awake,
Assuring I ain’t dreaming.
I travel to places,
I befriend strangers,
In dreams, I live,
Life, I dream,

Poetry form :- Combo of Double Inverted Etheree (1st stanza)( 10/9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/1/1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10 syllables) ; Gogyohka (2nd stanza)( A syllable poem of 4 , 5 or 6 lines with no syllable count) and Classic Nonet (3rd stanza) (9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/1 syllables)

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Colleen. M. Chesebro for running Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #214. The theme for this week is “Dreams”. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.


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