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[aid] => mick
[title] => A trip to Dreamland
[time] => 2005-03-22 11:16:35
[hometext] => This is the second posting of this but I was hoping for some more comments, I need to know what needs fixing
[bodytext] => A Trip to Dreamland By Katherine Faigen Last night I dreamed It was quite bizarre For in the morning I redeemed An incredible, wondrous trip afar As soon as my head hit the soft pillow I floated into heavy sleep And realized what I saw below Was not my bed, but ocean deep An inky and ominous noir Mirroring the doubtful sky Afraid as I was of roaming too far Elated also to find I could fly My elation soon departed For the moment I flew over land I started sinking, heavy hearted And bare feet touched cool sand Upon the beach the dark waves broke Sending my heart into fits of fear What if I by chance awoke A monster resting in its lair Soon as the thought was in my head I heard a shaking in the trees The pounding of a heavy tread Then harsh and shrieking furies I clenched muscles trying to fly But I was locked in frozen fear I had to move or bid life goodbye For the monster was drawing near I watched as it broke through the brush Horrible, hairy, hellish, and ghastly So large that just one swipe would crush Every single bone in my body “Stay away!” I managed to shout But listen to me, the thing did not As it drew back a hand I knew time was out For I couldn’t get my feet to move from their spot As I closed my eyes to accept my fate The monster suddenly stopped its roar I opened my eyes to observe its state And saw that it would trouble me no more For on top of the monster stood a prince With golden hair and twinkling eyes Finding feet unglued, I ran to thank him since It was he who brought on the monster’s demise He laughed and told me it was naught And asked me if I needed aid “Indeed,” I replied, “I’m quite distraught Off my course I seem to have strayed.” So he placed his arms around my waist And launched himself into the air Back over the black sea we raced The wind tangled in my hair And suddenly I heard a song Sung in a honey textured tone The prince’s arms, once secure and strong Became slack and I dropped like a stone Normally, in dreams, when people fall They don’t hit bottom, instead they wake That didn’t happen to me at all I landed in midst of a great lake Up with a sputter I arose Fighting the frigid, yawning pool And around my wrist long fingers closed The grip was unbreakable and cruel Along the surface I was hauled I caught a glimpse of bobbing fin Then upon the shore I found myself sprawled Goosebumps formed upon my skin She stared at me, licking her lip A siren with death in her stare She smiled showing teeth that would rip At my skin until my bones were bare “Little morsel,” she said with an evil leer I shook my head in gross denial I was trembling with fear Sentenced to death without a trial There was no prince to save me now No trick to which I could resort But I screamed as loud as I knew how And saw the siren’s face contort So I kept screaming, fear egging me on The siren crumpled, hissed, and spit And realization began to dawn My horrendous shrieks were defeating it Assaulted by my obnoxious call She crawled back into the murky deep And I sat frozen in the wake of it all Wishing I was back asleep On shaky legs I stood and leapt Once again in possession of flight Though airborne, soundless tears I wept I was alone in the blackest night I listened hard for sounds of living And soon I heard a steady beat But this dream world was unforgiving A 20 foot eagle had spotted meat I prepared myself for a fight Watching as the eagle dove Keeping the carnivore in my sight Around its sharp talons I wove And as I went to turn about Blinded by my tumbling hair A golden wing gave me a clout Spinning me out of the air And once again I was falling fast Screaming for help, but nobody heard Before my eyes my adventure passed Monster, Monarch, Mermaid, Bird The wicked water was waiting for me A frightful, black, and open abyss In a moment I would reach the sea And feel its icy, unwelcome kiss And soft blackness enveloped me My eyes opened, heavy as lead I laughed out loud; it couldn’t be! But it was…I was home in bed [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 14 [informant] => SeptChill [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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