How Do You Know?

How do you know?

How do you know when it is real or just a dream?

When you are running as fast as you can and still you hear it chasing you

so you run faster.

If it’s a dream, then why do you feel that little breeze

across your cheek like you are being softly touched as it passed you?

Why do you feel the fingers of fear running up and down your spine if

it is just a dream?

The sweat is running down your face soaking your shirt, you sit on the curb for just

a minute to collect your thoughts when you see a shadow in the street light.

The shadow moves toward you slowly at first then it picks up speed so you

get up and start running again.

You notice that the sky is getting lighter. It will be dawn soon, but that doesn’t stop

the shadow. It keeps coming.

All of a sudden you recognize your street and soon you see your house. You

run up the steps and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You are safe inside.

When you awaken, you lay there to collect your thoughts. Then you remember

your dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you see your running shoes, your

shirt is thrown across the chair.

Getting up, you check your shoes and they are wet and muddy and your shirt

is soaked. You gather them up to throw in the wash and out of the corner

of your eye, you see a shadow move quickly across the room.

Was it real, or just a dream? How do you know?

Dreaming

Day 28

Dreaming

Dreams at night

Are a real delight

When you remember

It’s even better

You recall it to the letter

Most dreams just fade

Like there is a barricade

Like a windowshade

You feel betrayed

When you dream in color

It makes you wonder

It seems so real

It makes you feel

Like you can steal

A glimpse of what’s ideal

Dreams are a delusion

Just an illusion

A rainbow or castle in the air

It could even be a scary nightmare

Dreams are never quite free from doubt

Yet we need to know what they’re about

Fried Green Tomatoes

Day 27

Fried Green Tomatoes

What is it about the taste

Of fried green tomatoes that

takes me back to my

Grandmas kitchen table?

Waiting there patiently for

Grandma to get done because

She won’t stop until the plate

Is piled high.

Finally she turns and puts

The plate on the table,

And we dig in.

That first taste that burns our

Tongues because we can’t wait

Is eye rolling good.

The only sound you hear

Is fork scraping the plate

And lips smacking with the

Sound of appreciation.

The pile has gone down

To only one or two left

On the plate,

And all is good because

Grandma smiles.

And that is all we need

We will remember the

Taste of Fried Green Tomatoes.

The Closet

Day 25

The Closet

When I was small

I had a closet

And in this closet was

My space, mine alone.

It kept me safe and

In it I made my nest

Of blankets and pillows

Ever so soft and with

Book and flashlight

I would stay for hours

Hidden behind clothes and coats

This closet went back beyond

Where things could be stored

And became my refuge

It was warm and I could dream

Of unicorns and fairies

Yes, this closet was mine and

It kept me safe

Falling Leaves

Day 23

I have decided not to follow the prompt for today and go it alone. I love this poem. It reminds us that we need to slow down.

Falling Leaves

The leaves fall slowly down as

I watch from my seat on a log.

The woods around me are ablaze with color and

from where I sit, I can see far across the valley.

The trees are turning slowly this year and are

giving us a show worthy of the Gods.

The air has turned bitterly cold  

And a few snowflakes have started to fall.

The leaves will fall faster now and

before long the trees will be bare.

Heralding the start of winter and

a time of sleep and rejuvenation.

Letting us reflect on life and being told to slow down,

the falling leaves are a reminder.

A reminder that even though things look bleak

We can look ahead beyond winter to spring

Look past those falling leaves to a new beginning.