Words of a Writer~The dreamers

Another day filled

 with plastic smiles,

empty promises,

and broken down dreams.

 

People going through the motions.

Hello, how are you?

Never really listening as they rush right past.

Hurry up, get ready.

Fall into bed, another day done.

Get up and doing it over again.

 

The plastic people with thier plastic smiles,

Pretending all is well,

Caught in a trap, they can't get out of.

Easier to pretend life is good,

rather than really make it happen.

Thier dreams never come true,

because they do not believe

in fairy tales and happy endings.

 

 The dreamers,

 never give up hope.

Some of us are gypsies

searching for home,

writers, dancers, musicians,painters,

 comics and clowns.

 

We walk across a high wire,

knowing that chances are,

 one of the days

 we are going to fall.

 

We stand way too close to the fire,

knowing we could get burnt.

We push the envelope,

and live on the edge.

Chasing our dreams,

Taking time to live in the moment.

 

The dreamers know what living life is about.

We dance on white sand beaches,

in the glow of the moonlight,

 on a perfect summer night.

We spread a blanket in the grassy meadows,

Just to stare at the stars at night.

 

With lyrics written on a scrap of paper,

A song running through our mind,

We take the everyday life,

and make it beautiful.

 

We sing a solo song.

Knowing all the other dreamers,

will hear our words and be singing along.

 

With hope in our pocket,

A smile on our face,

We write.

 

We dream of fairy tales and

happy endings.

All our failures and heartbreaks,

set free in the wind.

We get up each day and begin again.

 

A new day, another chance,

to turn it all around.

With hopes that one of the days,

The plastic people will read our words,

sing along to our songs,

 finding peace and comfort,

in the words of a writer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh so well spoken... the word of a writer can make you feel so many things... No matter how old you are you need to dream cause without dreams there is nothing to look forward to ther for nothing to live for... Dreaming is what gives us writers our mojo so to speak... and as displayd here you are full of mojo... you captured our spirit so well.

[Pema Dorje]

You have captured that wordless cry of the seeker of Beauty... it is never too late to look for her cascading through the tumult of Human miseries. Changing our minds is how the Writer redresses lost Love... we become the Beauty we are by choosing it so in the words we pen, and then, that Beauty rises to the readers eye while a secret sigh of dreams escapes from their Hearts again ... I like where this piece comes from and where it is going Victoria Lee

[Donald Meikle]

Does all your work sing? (not that I don't like it) It's just that I sometimes hear the music. Not on this one ......yet

[Fran Marie]

A new day, another chance,

to turn it all around.

With hopes that one of the days,

The plastic people will read our words,

sing along to our songs,

finding peace and comfort,

in the words of a writer.

You express this truth so well within your lovely penned verse~
maybe we writers are dreamers~ If so just send in the clowns~
Hopefully we can touch some one who has forgooten how to dream
thru~ the written word~Superb pen here~Fran Marie

[Rain]

I loved it. One minor typo..third stanza (Thier) You summed it up perfectly. Plastic people vs Poets. Rain..

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

This is very good, a beautiful write. thank you for sharing. debileah