If dreams

Can dreams be real? They exist
at night — in the dark
ineffable phantoms haunting us 
like hazy ephemera disappearing
when we watch too long.

No — I think of other dreams,
the ivory hopes spring 
for however long we have. We write
them on the clouds until
we dream up something higher.

Are dreams real before 
they come true? Does it matter?
I prefer to spend energy 
finding time to nap.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #130 “ineffable” and FOWC with Fandango One word challenge “ivory”


Clouds

The world has turned and left me spinning
time is thinning

and I am alive. I long to live
in the clouds, my mind
         a head of me
among the billowing blanket of puffy cumulus,

a misty mystic world, delicate and wet
hinting at gray but not turning,
only pulpy white.

But mostly the soft outline of anticipation
traces my thoughts
         down
not among the clouds but
here where

thin whisps of moonlight spin
a web in windows obscuring – or
delaying – the world
where I go round.


(c) 2019 Phillip Knight Scott