Recycled Dreams
Nature recycles as everyone sleeps,
and those dreams that you’ve dreamed are the daydreams it reaps.
Then twice thought and forgotten, our daydreams soar free.
How many dreams may lie snarled in this tree?
We cast them afloat but know not how they fare
once we’ve released them out into the air.
Dreams are not limited by dreamers’ choices.
Once announced and declared in stentorian voices,
birds may collect them and shape them in nests
among fibers from sweaters and threadbare old vests
once the pride of new grandpas, they now cradle eggs,
as though new dreams are made of an old daydream’s dregs.
Prompts today are stentorian, daydream, pride, afloat and I’m also incorporating Becca Givens’ Sunday Tree prompt.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Ah, this is absolutely wonderful.
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;o) Thanks, Victoria. Hope you read the final version of it. I’ve been tinkering. Going back to it, the first line didn’t work for meter. Do you ever do adjusting after posting? Years later, I still do.
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Judy, you are one of my favorite poets. May I interview you for ARHtistic License? (Please answer on my contact page. Thanks!)
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Lovely, and a wonderful image to match.
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The imagery appealed to me as well. Splendid work, Judy
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Thanks, Derrick.
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