I met you in my dreams
teen REM illumined by
moonlight tinged with silver
you came
I was caught up in your
country boy feel lulled into an
Alabama song slow
dancing close
no dizzying merengue my hair
swept up in a ponytail
flannel and worn jeans
pretense none
the feel of smooth pine
underfoot and your saddle
leather scent hair washed in NC
creek water
waterfalls your eyes cascading over
me your voice a deep rumbling
brook words tumbling about in
your shyness
I met you in my dreams
teen REM illumined by
moonlight tinged with silver
you came
© Pamela A. Rossow
I loved this poem…teenage desire, lurid dreams…wonderful Pam!
Thanks, Cath. It’s amazing when we can remember certain hopes and desires from the childhood/teenage years. The power of memory. . .
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You had some vivid dreams when you were a teen. Must have been prompted by our vacations in North Carolina.
Yes, probably
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“moonlight tinged with silver
you came”
love those lines! beautiful ..
xx
Thank-you!!!!! xo
“the feel of smooth pine
underfoot and your saddle
leather scent hair washed in NC
creek water.
Oh, I do love the concrete images in this poem. I felt as though I were there, smells, feeling the floor under my feet.
This is wonderful!
Merry Christmas……….cj
Awh! Thanks so much! I wish I was back in NC
. Have a wonderful Christmas, too!
Lovely!
Thank-you
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what a lovely contribution to poetry potluck.
Glad to have you share your talent.
dreams are cool,
A++
have fun visiting some other entries, go backward starting from your own, thanks for the support.
Thank-you! I will be sure to do so!
I mey you in my dreams Wordywoman!!! May GOD Bless!!! Mark
Thanks again, Mark
. Have a wonderful day!