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Thursday, D is for dreamers…

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I love to talk with dreamers. 
 Doesn’t matter whether they are young or old. 
 They are fascinating people.

Sometimes their dreams are crazy outrageous.
So wild and unbelievable they make me shake my head in wonder.

Sometimes their dreams are ethereal.
So wistful and wishful they make me shake my head in wonder.

Sometimes their dreams are based in reality.
So solid and fundamental they make me shake my head in wonder.

Sometimes their dreams are for others.
So unselfish they make me shake my head in wonder.

Sometimes their dreams are prayerful.
So filled with hope they make me shake my head in wonder.

I love to talk with dreamers.
So I dream my own dreams and shake my head in wonder.

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Today, I think “D” is making me dizzy.

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27 thoughts on “Thursday, D is for dreamers…

    1. .You are probably right. Dreams are important during sleep so it stands to reason…my reason anyway.. that day dreams are important, too.

    1. Susannah called this a poem, too. I didn’t know I had written a poem. Something new for me.
      Some people would call practical paired with dreamer an oxymoron but I agree with you.

  1. “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one…” I love this tribute to the dreamers of the world. I believe that in order to write you must first be able to dream. I love to talk to dreamers too, and sometimes I talk to myself (that might be the same thing 🙂 Lovely post!

  2. What a lovely poem. A nice surprise and that shot of Teddy at the end made me smile. Needed it so thanks. Dreaming is such a great way to relax…cats have known that forever, right Teddy?

    1. I am a poet and didn’t know it! The cat isn’t Teddy. It is Dolly. She died in December 2011 at 19 years of age.
      She was a cat that ruled her world. Little, only 6 pounds, but crazy stubborn. I miss my little girl.

      1. Awww, Dolly….19 years old. Wow. That’s amazing. she sounds like a real personality. I still miss Missy my last one. I fostered her for 5 minutes, she then became mine. She jumped on my bed and started to purr as if to say…I’m finally home.

  3. I am a dreamer, but I hope I don’t come across as far-out and scattered as some dreamers I have conversed with.

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