Dream Poetry Quotes

“Sometimes, on waking, she would close her eyes
For a last look at that white house she knew
In sleep alone, and held no title to,
And had not entered yet, for all her sighs.
What did she tell me of that house of hers?
White gatepost; terrace; fanlight of the door;
A widow’s walk above the bouldered shore;
Salt winds that ruffle the surrounding firs.
Is she now there, wherever there may be?
Only a foolish man would hope to find
That haven fashioned by her dreaming mind.
Night after night, my love, I put to sea.”
― Richard Wilbur

“A Bloodshot Mind's Eye by Stewart Stafford

Hyperventilating loudly,
Feverish visions crash in,
Flinching ever so strongly,
A farrago of the brain's bin.

Home is sadly unsweetened,
Not like old Lynyrd Skynyrd's,
Fell into mashed-up bananas,
Looking like a lizard's innards.

On a plane crashing down fast,
Door closed on a switch to cars,
A parachute instantly appeared,
And I woke from sleep a superstar.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Graveyard of Dreams (The Sonnet)

When the heart is born in the middle of a desert,
Is it wrong for them to set out in search of water!
Or should the heart remain a handicapped patriot,
Never to realize and manifest their rightful power!

No heart is ever known by the land they are born in,
Heart is known by the light it pours out into the world.
I say, cut off all allegiance to the intolerant desert,
And seek out the land where your roots are watered.

Heart's allegiance is only to light, not to some puny tribe,
Land your feet where they greet you with garland, not shackles.
Those who continue to peddle patriotism to guilt trap the genius,
Are the last people to deserve exclusive rights to light universal.

Seek out an environment conducive to your light,
Instead of being chained to the graveyard of dreams.
Wield your light with all your conviction and dignity,
And you'll illuminate all, even the dreamkilling fiends.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown