Good morning, my treasured readers. Regular readers know that I devote Sundays to poetry. I either write a poem or a share a poem written by someone else. Today’s poem has been written by me, this morning. I strongly encourage you to write a poem today (it’s cathartic) and if you would like, please share it in my Comments section. My blog is a safe and loving space, I assure you. Have a lovely Sunday.
The Turtle
Last night’s dream was so magical and intriguing.
It involved an ancient home which had been restored to greatness.
Most every room was purely white, marbled marble,
And you had to take a ride to view the house’s mysterious interiors,
Filled with towering towers and statuesque stairways,
But my favorite part of the ride is when I got to you,
the part which everyone seemed to know that I would love.
The whiteness stopped and there was a huge, golden, flowing pond.
And your enormous, moss covered shell rose to the surface.
It was breathtaking to see the largest turtle I have ever seen, anywhere.
I wasn’t afraid. I was in awe. You were incredible. You were shockingly amazing.
I don’t often remember my dreams, so this morning, it felt important
And necessary to understand your meaning to me,
The Dream Dictionary, told me this:
“Seeing a giant turtle, in your dream is a good sign, denoting that, you are protected by your friends and family and thus, no need to get worried about anything in life.”
“Thank you for the reminder, gorgeous turtle,” I whispered, with a sheepish smile.
“Thank yourself. Your dreams come from you.” you replied. “And so do I.”
And then, you plunged down to the deepest depths again,
Leaving the surface of my mind in a still and tranquil state,
As I began another day, assured and hopeful and loved and protected,
Knowing that my shell of loved ones, always keeps me safeguarded and secure.