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My Parkie Bizarro World of Dreams

Dreams or not

Offer comfort or what?

Foreboding or


Dare I tell anyone of my dreams,

Lest I’ll be placed in a psych ward,

drooling even more.

My Parkie World of Dreams is hard to describe.

Only two types of dreams to ride.

Dream 1. Like a nice episode of “This Is Your Life,”

Who knew my family was so nice?

There is one problem. My dead mother won’t leave.

Is she trying to comfort to me?

Dream 2. Like an Alice in Wonderland- animated film, or a fun house at a fair.

A vivid dream with spinning beds, undulating floors, and floating chairs.

Most senses heightened, even smells and tastes.

Except my sense of rhythm remains a disgrace.

As the world spins around, making me dizzy,

I lay flat gripping the bed, almost in a tizzy.

Upon waking, not wanting to part with reality, I run through a checklist at my behest.

-Furniture moved back from whence it came.

- Reconcile there are just the two of us in the house,

- Look for dead relatives lurking about.

- Make sure my legs are in land mode.

Before my grip on the mattress will let go.

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Unknown member
May 26, 2023

A great poem capturing our wonderful world of dreams, good and bad


Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
May 25, 2023

fantastic work Alice, you've summed it up with poetic brilliance.


Jes Derry
Jes Derry
May 24, 2023

A wonderful piece Alice! I can relate but I do like to shout out in my dreams😀


Nigel Smith
Nigel Smith
May 24, 2023

I'd say that this poem is spot-on, a hugely enjoyable read, thank you Alice.


John Dallison
John Dallison
May 24, 2023

Wonderful, Alice. You've captured it perfectly! (Well worth the effort.)😆

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