Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Dream

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.

Sleep would not come, just waves of fear and pain. There was no silence either. Voices discussing, the news, gardens, family, Covid… I can’t blame them this was their day. Their shift, they would go home and sleep.

The scariest thing was the voice that echoed through the ward of the disturbed patient who repeated and repeated “It’s the Covid cough, the Covid, Covid, cough gonna get you” If he was not sleeping that’s all I could hear. It was better during the day because he’d call out for “Tea tea” and the nurses would bring him one and then he would shout “Happy Birthday” and we’d all smile.

At night it felt like he was closer, he was not, he was on the male side of the ward but sound carries at night. I was frightened, unreasonably so by this prophet of doom. I was lonely and in pain.

Then the pain spiked I had to give in and use my buzzer, the nurse came I told her I couldn’t take the pain. She gave me some intravenous painkillers as an extra to the antibiotics and fluid IVs. She stayed a while and then thankfully I drifted off to a better place.

There lies the path

Through seas of purple heather

Morpheus lifted

Me off to the land of dreams

Fear and pain was then banished.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge, #writephoto

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 7 (DREAM). This week, it’s the A rhyme spot.

Image from Pixabay

Fearful I am trapped in this dream.
At odds I stand against the night
Lost in shadows longing for light.
Breathing deeply my mind I clear.
I am rooted to the spot with fear.
To make my escape I am keen
From this unwholesome and dark theme
In vain I try to forge ahead
Feet sinking in this mire of dread.
Reality just elusive.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge. For this particular challenge the word DREAM must be one of the A position words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme with DREAM.

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Here is the quick description of a Décima:

There are 10 lines (stanza) of poetry that rhyme but in this case there is a set rhyming pattern we must stick to.
In addition each line must only have 8 syllables.
The rhyme pattern is;
a b b a a c c d d c
For this particular challenge the word DREAM must be one of the A position words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme with DREAM.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 16/19

It time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and I am late this week! Our lovely host Linda G Hill said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dream.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Strangely as it happens I had a really bad night last night full of very uncomfortable dreams. All the time I was plagued with an awful headache. Well the headache turned out to be real I still have it now, half way through my day.

Back to my dreams which were interspersed with me waking and lying there wondering what was going on and why does my head hurt so much. So in these dreams I was traveling but getting nowhere, I was delayed and even aggressively held back at points. To make matters worse there were bloggers I know in these dreams and they were telling me that the event I was traveling too had been cancelled. This really caused me great distress.

So here I am coping with a very busy day and an unwell dog feeling very uneasy and battling with a massive headache.

Enough moaning you don’t come here to read moans! I can’t change what I have written as this is SoCs so let’s through together a little poem on the dream.

Dreams can be scary
Mad and hairy
They can be lucid
Or even fridged
Dream can arouse and please
Or they can disquiet and tease
They should be gone by first light
They should be the order of the night
So why is it my present plight
To be haunted by night frights

This moan was brought to you care of SoCs rules and ping back here.

August Stanza 29

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s Poem is a Cinquain.

Image from Pixabay

Dream time

The spirits speak

Aboriginal Mists

Clouds and earth have stories to tell

Visions.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #124 Dream&Dare

This is part of

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #124 Dream&Dare

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Reach up to the sky

Live your life and dare to dream

Try and you can fly.

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Dream on tiny seed

In your dark and cosy bed

Dare to reach the sky.

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Dream that  you  are  free

Beaten down you dare not  try

Take to  the  sky,  flee.

 

 

 

 

 

Lush day at Loshes

GreenIMG_20140910_105453197_HDR and blue, sky and  fields

Roll away into the distance

Hot sun and silver dancing  streams

This is the essence of France.

Future meets the past and mingles in my dreams.

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The Dancer

He could dance  he could  fly

He could leap across the sky.

He could grapevine,he could box

He could shimmy like a silver fox.

 

He was never praised at work or school

Always he was regarded as the fool!

But away from all prying eyes he was cool.

Watch those feet fly he’s a jewel.

 

So for now he dances alone

But not forever will he be on his own

Some day soon his dream girl will join him in the zone.

 

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