DAYDREAMS is a journal of my thoughts, the fiction that colors my mind. Each post is a thought of its own. They are not meant to be connected; although, one will inevitably toy with another. You can expect to see one or two episodes a week. They will mostly be prose; but if you prefer, you can define them as poetry.

Episode Twelve

Breakfast, lunch, diner,
a little TV, and I struggle to write
something new.

It’s as if I had tumbled, fallen
to a bottomless pit
with only one day
that keeps on repeating,
a lifetime rolled as a movie,
a plot of short scenes,
circles of thought
with all the same thoughts.

Watch as I plummet,
see there are people
who stand in the sky.

They appear to be theater patrons,
an audience hired to watch
as I fall.

Magritte saw them first,
observed that they all looked the same
with hats, canes and ties,
a pattern of life he painted
with greys
for others to ponder.

For a time
I believed they were floating,
defying all laws
and rising in air,
a reward
for great things they’d done,
for thoughts and ideas.

But that isn’t it,
these people are falling like me,
struggling with life
with nothing to write.

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b e g i n n i n g - t o - e n d

I am a retired art teacher and a wannabe writer. Everything I create is for my own enjoyment. I don’t work for others because I want total freedom to express what I want. All the work I post is original.

DAYDREAMS / RECENT EPISODES

EPISODE ELEVEN
EPISODE TEN
EPISODE NINE
EPISODE EIGHT
EPISODE SEVEN
EPISODE SIX
EPISODE FIVE
EPISODE FOUR
EPISODE THREE
EPISODE TWO
EPISODE ONE