Saturday, 22 February 2014

Paper Boat Of Dreams

Down rain filled gutters
into little streams
I skipped beside
my paper boat
following my dreams

I freed it by the river
under the willow tree
my little boat a quiver
swirled off to the sea

A sea of emotion
was soon to ebb and flow
if it ever made the ocean
I would never know

Twirling through rainwater
rushing down streams
I'm trying hard to stay afloat
on my paper boat
of dreams
 ©Rose

16 comments:

  1. How much I have enjoyed this journey of your dreams through rain, streams, river and sea...
    I am sure it made the ocean and then it reached heavens into water vapor.
    Some day you will see a boat-shaped cloud over you and, who knows...?, maybe it will rain your dreams again.
    A hug and thanks for sharing.
    :)

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    1. Thank you Dulcina, what a lovely thought! Hugs xxx

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  2. Bravo, standing O! One for your book.

    Love the ending.

    I floated along with this as I was transported back to my youth and sailing my own paper boat down the gutters of my hometown.

    You're floating just fine Rose.

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    1. Huh!? What book?? Now what kind of book will that be with just one lonely little poem? :D
      Thank you Gnome, The image took me back to my childhood, it was so great to run barefoot
      without a care in the world :D

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    2. It's not the quantity dear girl as you know :)
      and you can still run barefoot too!

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    3. :) Yes, you are right, I'm sure you mean that in the nicest possible way :)
      I do run barefoot but not in the same carefree childlike way, I may just
      find myself being sanatoriumed! Hehe :D

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  3. Oh I simply adored joining you on this excursion into your dreams!
    Yes, Rose, it did indeed make the ocean...and sailed the entire World...for your dreams are limitless...:)

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    1. Thank you Ygraine, yes you are right dreams are limitless and we can travel
      freely whenever and wherever our dreams take us:)

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  4. What a delight! Who hasn't wondered about sailing away in a paper boat!

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  5. I loved reading this poem, Rose.
    I so love the water and could really relate.
    Lovely little poem :)

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  6. If paper has the tensile strength to hold our jottings, then maybe too it can hold our dreams and take them where we cannot. I liked it very much.

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