When dreams become reality and reality becomes a dream.

Dream Haiku.

“In Heaney’s poems we hear a voice which combines realism with vivid observation. The poetry rings true to life”
I will discuss three of the poems in the light of this comment. How far do I agree?

Me rambling….on and on….I’m posting it anyways. Let’s see what happens…

I’m vivid.

I have recently had some disturbing waking dreams, I ask for help and explain the dreams.

Those that try hard and do not falter in their endeavors, are already on the road to success. The goal may be far; yet if you know your direction, you might get there with persistence.

Sleep falls in black ribbons, sliding through the thin cracks in our mind. Vivid patterns and shaking hands grow restless throughout time.

Glad to meet my love, yet gloomy to numb by love.

A loving tribute to a dear friend’s mother.