frightful childhood dreams
creatures of fur, fang, and claw
mount stairs to bedroom
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cannot sleep tonight
half-moon’s eye peeks in window
chases dreams away
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someday…rest in peace
mother speaks to me in dreams
her voice reassures
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In response to Ingrid’s visionary poetic prompt at dVerse poets…for dreamers only!
a poem in my pocket 
Jan 11, 2023 @ 15:45:19
This is incredibly deep and evocative, Lynn! 💘💘
Jan 11, 2023 @ 20:58:36
Thanks for reading, Sanaa!
Jan 11, 2023 @ 13:25:40
Love the different aspects of dreams… a visit from the one who have passed I think happens..
Jan 11, 2023 @ 13:48:31
It was brief but so good to hear/see my mother in a dream!
Jan 11, 2023 @ 12:41:31
I envy you Lynn. I had a tumultuous relationship with my adoptive mother. It always makes me feel hollow. It seems so many have a deep meaningful mother’s love. I will never know what that is like. She lost her first child, was told she could not have another, so at the urging of my truly wonderful adoptive father, she agreed to adopting me. She always let me know, sometimes subtly, sometimes not so subtly, that I was a replacement child. Not quite good enough. Nine years later, she had a son by natural birth. Things grew even more distant with her. Today the only memory I have of her is that she was.
Jan 11, 2023 @ 13:53:48
Rob, my heart hurts for your missing out on a healthy relationship with your mother…glad your father was a wonderful man! My first mother died when I was 16 months but, thankfully, Dad remarried a woman who accepted and loved me as her own.
Jan 11, 2023 @ 10:54:46
Only a mother’s soothing words can offer that special comfort from nightmares sometimes, even if only found in dream!
Jan 11, 2023 @ 13:54:25
So true…thanks for a wonderful prompt, Ingrid 🙂
Jan 11, 2023 @ 09:27:47
Interesting dreams, Lynn. I love Jays take on your poem.
Jan 11, 2023 @ 07:53:41
Haiku pearls, Lynn, each one conjuring what the night can bring.
Jan 11, 2023 @ 13:56:53
Thank you, Dora, for comparing these to pearls.
Jan 11, 2023 @ 06:06:57
A moving haiku series that has become a poem full of imagery, Lynn. I like the alliterative ‘frightful… fur, fang, and claw’. I never had those kind of dream as a child – they came later. It was the eye of the moon and the thought of the expanse of the universe that always featured in my dreams. Now I’m usually inside somewhere and I dream of my mother too.
Jan 11, 2023 @ 13:58:12
Thanks, Kim…i’m glad our mothers visit us occasionally 🙂
Jan 11, 2023 @ 04:33:17
‘Let it be’ by the Beatles comes to mind. Lovely piece, Lynn. Those that love us never really leave us.
Jan 11, 2023 @ 13:55:40
Thanks for your comment! Yes, they are always part of us.