woke
with deprivation
inspiration
the dreams I sought
pervaded
and evaded
dodged
and ducked
vanished at a touch
offering just a taste
of their sweet promise
like sirens
that taunt and tempt
and draw me to their depth
to drown
what I long to resurrect
or phantoms
that drift and swirl
and haunt my thoughts
throughout the day
until
slowly
with resolve
each is captured
sorted
and released
here
the sirens song complete
the phantoms fade
the nectar tasted
and the words begin to flow

Image: “Ludic Dreaming: REM” by Emma Thorstensen

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J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff