Dreams of swimming with whales and dolphins,
once green as the sea, are dispersed in dawn’s golden light.
We’re haunted by waves and sea creatures
only in our sleep; sunrise always steals them away.
Sea salt is in our blood, memories
of the ocean our tears; we drown in the morning light.
Kim M. Russell, 25th August 2024
Image from Unsplash+ in collaboration with Polina Kuzovkova
My response to the Garden of Neuro Poetry Circle daily prompt: write a landay, a form of folk poetry from Afghanistan, in couplets, on the theme of ‘drowning in the morning light’.
writing in north norfolk 
Dreams are the only place we feel, free, and yet, we all must, wake up eventually…
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That’s so true.
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The ocean and dream imagery is just perfect, Kim!
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Thank you, Nolcha!
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Some dreams you don’t want to wake up from.
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