Poem of Dreaming

PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.

Some may say she’s perfect
She’ll tell you otherwise
Aware that she has faults
There’s no need for disguise

Her shy smile and brown eyes
Each melt my heart away
Plus, an inner beauty
She’s more than just okay

The time to share is now
While in the Spring of life
And were my wish fulfilled
Come Fall, she’d be my wife

Yes, I know I’m dreaming
Though hope to see the light
Thinking of her daily
And wanting what feels right

Of course, a few things would need to change. For starters, it certainly would be nice if she’d remove my name from being blacklisted on her site at WordPress. It would also be charitable if my emails were no longer filtered into her trash bin. And, on occasion, she could use Twitter to read some of the messages & comments I’ve left for her. Perhaps, as an act of goodwill, she might like a single post on my web site…sometime. Lastly, if she would refrain from associating my name with the term ‘devil’ – I think that would be helpful, too. Barring these few exceptions, the future looks bright!!!

Yes, I know I’m dreaming.

© 2021 Phil Perkins


Lessons From The Trail

Watch Your Step

Everyone enjoys daydreaming now and then – humorous thoughts, events from earlier in the day or something planned for tomorrow, the face of a beautiful woman…

That’s what happened to me on my last hike to Hen Wallow Falls, near Cosby, Tennessee. I was on my way back to the parking area, after enjoying the 90-foot tall waterfall, following a downhill trail with many small rocks – and, a significant amount of mud from recent rainfall.

Rather than paying close attention to every step, I allowed my mind to wander to pleasant thoughts of a lovely lady from Lisbon, Portugal. A second later, my feet were airborne and I landed on my keister in the mud – D’oh! 😂

Dreaming At High Tide Poster

 

As descriptions can sometimes be boring to read, I’ve elected to include a brief passage of creative writing to accompany this surreal design –

Waters roll in with the moon at high tide as stars flicker behind a curtain of space. I can sleep through this dream until morning comes, then collect seashells and treasures of ships sunken centuries ago. The beach is my tomorrow. The moonlight, a distraction.

Enjoy this poster, available in three different sizes at my Society 6 web shop.