Dandelion, Music, and Wind

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Wed, 08/28/2013 - 15:50

From my piano bench, I can see dandelion seeds float on the wind. There they go; sledding down imaginary valleys and floating on imaginary clouds. As my fingers travel up and down the keys, I wonder. Does music float? Just like dandelions? If I push up the windows high, lift the piano cover, play Hayden’s Surprise Symphony—will the music float out the windows and into the world’s ears?

Dream on a Winter Afternoon

Submitted by Hannah W. on Fri, 12/28/2012 - 04:50

I had a dream that we were walking
down riverbanks of ice.
My feet were slipping.
The snow had drifted high.

Then I woke and I'd been sleeping
underneath the deep snow
deep beneath the white snow
buried in the sweet snow
up to my chin.

Then I woke and it was just the blankets,
warm and home, in bed.

I listened to the songs left over from the summer,
from when I was at the sea:
all those songs I had in my head
back then.

And I can't decide, sometimes
if I would rather be here, or there--

Two Short Poems

Submitted by Hannah W. on Sat, 07/02/2011 - 04:13

**Both short, though unrelated.**

{1} Untitled (and possibly unfinished?)

the girl up on the balcony—
it's so dark, she's a shadow, she's unseen
high up in the rafters
she can hear the coughing, she can hear the laughter
she can see the magic and she can see the actors.

she's like a stormcloud up there, waiting
look out, it just might start raining.


{2} "Nightmares"

Accursed Glass

Submitted by Mairead on Sat, 04/23/2011 - 00:35

Trapped behind glass,

no way to escape

from this cast.

Keeping me here,

keeping me still. A barrier.


Things too close to my heart 

to ignore,

but too far to grasp.

Unknown before

from behind this glass.


A want that is true

a dream that is beautiful.

But the reward is un-grantable.

The forbidden fruit

tempts even the good. 


Fingers slide down 

the surface,

tracing happiness

un-allowed, un-reached 

but wanted.


A Few More Poems

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 11/30/2010 - 21:24

**These were all short, so I thought I'd post them together.**

[1.] "The Arborist's Dream"
The cherry tree, I dreamt, was blighted.
Its bark was bubbling up, frothing pink at each joint.
The disease was making it turn into a cherry soda, all fizzy.
I, the arborist, with my ladder climbed
and trimmed, and pruned, and treated
but in vain.
I could not find the source and kill it,
so the tree was going to die.

Oh, The Insanity Of Dreams!

Submitted by Mairead on Mon, 03/01/2010 - 20:21

It's official. The things that transpire in my dreams are the most creative and bizarre things I have ever come in contact with. I swear that no one has had experiences like mine. I know that some people dream that they can fly, or that they have super powers, or something un-graspable like that....but those things are at least semi-normal. Those are the things that we can day dream about during the day when we are conscious.