Sunday Muse Poem- -- The Bad Dream

 

My Problem

I wake up in the morning early 

Much earlier than I want to be 

The roosters haven't started their boast 

There's a hint of sun on window sill 

That's not my problem it's my escape 

Escape from a recurring nightmare 

Always there's lions tigers and snow 

None of which I've befriended before 

The beasts come first growling and roaring 

Tens or maybe a hundred coming 

Deafening noise--think one couldn't sleep 

Heavy snow falls swirling wind are next 

Seems all night long the noise and storming snow 

How could one sleep but I can't wake up 

On come their threatening heads shatp teeth are bared 

Finally the snow has covered the herd 

Yet still their ferocious noise abounds 

'Bunched beneath the snow they wait for me 

Somehow it seems they know I must go 

Out through the tempest rescue my kin 

My mother and my daughter waiting 

Screaming yet trying hard to be still 

While I approach quietly with stealth 

Like a cat staying low hear me not 

Those vicious animals watching kin 

Under the snow nearing  family 

Still surrounded folk see me nearing 

Hopeful suspense what would I do next 

Then the loudest voice I've ever heard 

I'm awake open eyed beasts quiet

The snow remains must cover my kin 

 Other nights I dream again again   

Our back yard a few years ago

[click picture for larger 

view, it's really pretty]

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 - Poem and snow Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved -- the snow picture was taken a few years ago.  In the Houston area we hardly ever get snow, about once every ten years we might get some.

 - Upper Photo Prompt from Chrissy at Sunday Muse # 145,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/01/sunday-muse-145.html?m=1 

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Weekly Scribbling Poem ~~ Taking a Look Back

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If I only . . . 

If I would have turned back for a picture 

I've said that how many times I don't know 

But today a change took my life in tow 

I'm so glad I did, found so many things 

So many precious  things I would have missed  

A tree, four more, emerging from my past 

http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends-again-and-couple-of-nice-gift.html

[cypress trees on the left, there wee more] 

.Cypress trees, our hotel, St. Remy, France. 

Tall, gorgeous trees, under which we played boule 

The Misses and me, I would always rule  

There in Provence,  the old town of Van Gogh 

Town where he left an ear, was committed  

His loved olive trees loved by Jesus Christ 

We stayed there a week, toured Provence real close 

We left no lingering mark though it marked us  

https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/04/biscuit-biscuit-while-staying-at.html?m=1 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2021, 2006, and 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero for writing prompt (see below) and sharing for Weekly Scribblings # 54,    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/01/weekly-scribblings-54-hindsight-is.html?m=1

 - Magaly, prompting, would like us to create new poetry or prose inspired by the phrase, “If I knew then what I know now”. We can include the actual words in our contribution, but it’s not a requirement.