Dream Real
Colorless kaleidoscopic
images,
sounds of heat,
windless breaths
through closed eyes,
defenseless hearing:
run, kick, yell,
stop breathing.
Fight back!
Awaken.
Dream real.
It’s a dangerous world. Look both ways.
Mind the gaps. Watch for guns and teargas.
Our Literary Journey 
So many things in this. Thank you.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Dear Bill,
Terrifying nightmare that’s not a dream. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
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“…sounds of heat, windless breath…” I love this poem, Bill. Although it sounds like you had a nightmare. Hope all is well 🙂
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I’m glad you liked it, Sue. A nightmare indeed.
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So powerful, Bill. I found myself holding my breath.
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Thank you, Dale. 🙂
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🙂
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