Daydreams
On small days I can’t speak up
My shoulders curl round and round
Like this-to protect me from the ‘Bigs’
I hide in this dream where
Everyone is bigger-better than me
If they shout I will shatter like glass
But on big days my legs bounce like this
And I dance round and round-like this
Smiling down on the world
On big days I can leave my small dreams
Under my pillow because they
Are smaller than the day
My shoulders curl round and round
Like this-to protect me from the ‘Bigs’
I hide in this dream where
Everyone is bigger-better than me
If they shout I will shatter like glass
But on big days my legs bounce like this
And I dance round and round-like this
Smiling down on the world
On big days I can leave my small dreams
Under my pillow because they
Are smaller than the day
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 12/11/2005 12:28:00 PM
15 Comments:
No one could be better than you if you believe in you. And with your friends, you can go shoulder to shoulder and face the world. Sometimes let you dance around the world for a better time.
You write beautifully even that kind of poem
Bye and take care of yourself.
"On big days I can leave my small dreams
Under my pillow because they
Are smaller than the day"
Loved this part. It made me feel like I can do anything today. Thank you.
Hey there Sarah! My name is Arthur Doctolero from Manila, related to one of you blog friends. You might know who she is.
What can I say is I like your choice of metaphors. You can easily convert darkness into dreams.
I love the 'big-day..small-day' theme..never thought of 'em like that..but thanks to you..now I forever will..
Such imagination!
Thank you for this :)
Carba, I guess this is about the days I hate when I feel small, I am pretty resiliant most of the time, but not always.
Free Spirit yes and those are definately the big days
Arthur great to meet you do call again
Pins I often say to friends it's not the size of the problem, it's the size of the day, I think I was having a small day when I wrote this but the day got bigger andmade me happy again
I've been enjoying your poems. I like the way this puts the problems into a larger context—it's not the problem itself but how we view it. A lovely claim to strength.
No one is at his best each day, i understand it because it's often my case.
Bye, like the monty python, look on the bright side of life.
Kiss,
You are a source of inspiration, another beautiful piece.
beautiful piece. daydreams, i'm so full of them but i'm always bigger in them. no one can touch me there because they're my own creation. hi there sue!
Moose I have been reading and would highly recomend others too your poems and thank-you
Carba thank-you for the compliment I love Montypython
Neel so great to hear from you
Amie I'm glad you are bigger than your dreams and I believe you deserve to be so
you really write beautifully. man, this is what i call poetry.
I love , Sue--the simple language of a child with her big and small days meshing with the wise vision of an adult. Your work just keeps getting better and better.
Thank-you Shubhodeep I always hope it will be poetry but only others can tell me if it is.
Patry sometimes I am still there, feeling like a child among grownups.
I kind of hoped there would be a definate threshholed that I would notice and cerimonially join the world of the adult. Only later did I realise that though I will grow, old and hopefully a little wiser, there is no coming of age. Just the realisation that that is me in the mirror, yet there is at times still a nervous child in my head.
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Thank-you Blogging poet, I notice lots of names I recognise and many more to check out, what a brilliant idea
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