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Your Dreams


10.16.10 Posted in today's words by

Kay Brownlow’s poem August Afternoon appeared here, well, in August. You will like the way this poem evokes memory, nightmares, and the ongoing dialogue we sometimes keep with those that are not with us, wherever they may now be.

Your Dreams
By Kay Brownlow

Your dreams miss you,
at night they call your name,
wake me,
pull me to the window
in a flutter of
forgetfulness

as I hurl myself,
like a bewildered moth,
over and over
against an unforgiving
screen of
memories.

Call them home,
your dreams;
take them, make them
yours again.
Leave me
to solitary sleep.



6 Responses to “Your Dreams”

  1. Kay, your poem is beautiful. The description of what so many have to endure is perfection.

  2. bobbie troy says:

    Lovely imagery.

  3. Kay Middleton says:

    Oh my yes… please do call your dreams home. This was very real as I hurled myself like a bewildered moth. Bravo!

  4. Chef E says:

    I am enjoying going through this poetry site and reading all these wonderful poems…I need to come over and do this more often…how do you find such wonderful poets Annmarie- Kay’s works is delightful…

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  6. Write Out Loud

    Your Dreams was the most recent poem by Kay Brownlow to appear here. This is another direct and descriptive poem with great use of language. If your muse has been cryptic or quiet lately, take Kay’s advice and see if that helps. Write Out LoudBy Kay BrownlowWrite out loud.Words should shout,echo andring with feelinguntil one can’t ignorethe noise.Thenyou’ll have madea poem. …

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