I set my snares in sea of dreams
to catch my share of dreams in common.
I'm waiting,
killing time playing cards
with the trawler men,
who are much better
at cards than me.
I wait to see the dreams wiggle
in the nets,
like bats, birds and fishes.
Which one will come to me?
How many will I get?
Will I throw the tiddlers back?
Or will I keep them hidden,
lest the other dream fishers
dob me in, to the trawler men
for nabbing daydream naps.
I'm all at sea,
in sea of dreams
waiting for the catch.
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
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Enjoyable read FF. What happens if you catch a whale of a dream?!
You get a whale of a time, lucid. Cheers and thanks.
Enjoyed reading this well written piece.
Thanks very much. Cheers and best wishes
Beautifully written, F.F.
Thanks very much Jerry, Best Wishes
Loved the subject of your post, it can go in so many directions.
Thanks for that. I\'m sea obsessed so that was the way it went. But intended other meanings. Cheers and Best wishes
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