Where are all the lost dreams?

Where are all the lost dreams when morning yawns?
Its breath still clouds the sky,
waiting for birds to announce the day.

Where are the dreams that woke me up?
I stir my morning cup of tea with a spoon,
and find only a reflection of the fading moon.

Where are the dreams we dreamed together?
We are tinged with the scent of sadness,
redolence of a past we thought was endless.

Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2025

Image by Joyce G on Unsplash

This Thursday we are meeting the bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, exploring Ubi Sunt and that Where, Oh Where? with Laura.

I love the lines Laura chose from the Sandy Denny song, ‘Who knows where the time goes’, and the thought of saying goodbye to the summer. She also chose extracts from Rilke and Tolkien to inspire our own poems using the ubi sunt motif (where are they.

Laura would like us to use the question, ‘where are they’, as the title of our poems and to use the questioning within our poems, even with repetition; but we should not answer it as it is rhetorical. We should employ concepts of mortality, the transience of life, a sense of nostalgia, and suggested themes are childhood, youth, lost generation and days of yore, in a poetry style of our choosing from free verse to sonnet.

26 thoughts on “Where are all the lost dreams?”

  9. Age wearies the remembrance — erase younger dreams – perhaps the way waking consciousness harrumphs the dream. I remember dreams much better when I write down what I can remember every morning. I dream deeper working them into poems.

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