Dreams

 /   /  By Malin Moeller, 11
Stone Soup Magazine
July/August 2017

By Malin Moeller

When you remember
The long night that passed by you
There may be a hint of a scene
A recollection of a moment
Warped and disfigured
Wonderful or horrifying
Only playing out in your mind

This clue may be short
It may continue to a story
A twisted stream of events
Where nothing ever gets done

Or you might wake up
Believing it still to be one instant after you fell asleep
And yet time ticks by
Your tossing and turning the only keeper of it
Your dreams the only memories of the night

Dreams Malin Moeller

Malin Moeller, 11
Washington, DC

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4 Comments
 
  1. picopitt@aol.com July 26, 2017 at 12:39 pm Reply

    This poem is so so so so good! I love how you illuminated the mysterious light of dreams, if only for a moment. I’d accept this in a millisecond if I was editing this magazine.

  2. jayantheauthor August 1, 2017 at 7:01 am Reply

    I loved the poem and the adjectives

  3. ConnieSch August 8, 2017 at 8:34 am Reply

    I think you could write more poems because this is brilliant.

  4. april_padget@yahoo.com August 20, 2017 at 1:25 pm Reply

    It is so true! Some poetry touches us and this one does! Good job!

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