Land of Dreams

Kevin Michael Bloor

When clouds all clot the sky at dawn
and gag the gleaming glow.
When misty morning feels forlorn
and torrid tide is low.

When seagulls that did sail and soar
loquacious, loud and lewd
are stifled on the solemn shore,
so savagely subdued.

When sounding sea along the beach
retreats and will not roar
and waves all whimper, out of reach
‘neath deep, dank ocean floor.

Look up and see the sun; she streams!
Our day star’s breaking through.
For summer in this land of dreams
will make the world brand-new!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2021 10:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: dreams of summer
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • orchidee

    Good write Kevin.

  • Goldfinch60

    So very true Kevin, the sun will always light our way.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    Poetry - exemplifying: quintessential, understated British - brilliance!
    (thank you for sharing your source of inspirational happiness, dear poet
    and for inspiring my own, feeble scribbled reply):
    'I'm so grateful to have been welcomed
    into this 'oh so private' - miracle, we've titled
    our beloved, blighty
    and ain't nowhere in the world
    like a foreigner - made to feel, at home
    than in our beautiful, British isles
    where the 'Vast Majority' - still, stubbornly choose
    to nurture their hereditary pride
    for those simple treasured gifts, in life
    trusting in those subtle, picturesque scenes
    of a freshly-pulled pints, enticingly sweating glass
    as light-hearted, meaningful warmth - exudes
    from beaming, grateful smiles
    shared knowingly
    between those fated: handful few, in our lives...'

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thank you LB. I liked your, 'beautiful British Isles.' response. Hardly feeble. Eloquent, with a lovely flow, is a better description.



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