Hello. NaPoWriMo wanted a poem based on a image from a dream. Of course we are not working, so what happens. Work dreams.
Dream Stream
You are in the dream
With some familiar faces
Plodding around
Some peculiar spaces
It might be work
Definitely not home
Kind of recognizable
But thoughts roam
Doing normal stuff
Banter with the gang
Divvy up the tasks
There are lights to hang
Climbing ladders
You know things aren’t right
It been seven stories
Still no place to light
Finally arrive at a place to work
But something unusual to note
It’s time to wake up, I can tell,
Holding my tools is a goat.
About Meg
Meg travels a lot for work. But sometimes she has time to draw and copy and fold. Favorite drink - TAB, favorite food - Bread, favorite sound - skates on ice.