by Caroline Whalley
I think of this at the end of my day; I lived, fulfilled my promises and alongside that my dreams. - Dreams die prematurely when they are undefended - I strongly defend my dreams as distillations of my life Of course I strive working, learning, for the security we all seek, I know I take as well as give, that my dreams may live The bedding so cosy, so warm embraces me Dream death awaits, ready to assassinate all Illusion of control dissipates I dream on……..
Day 30, of ‘one a day’ poems. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.