She had some dreams
She had dreams that were star-filled skies
She had dreams that were sleeping baby’s sighs
She had dreams that were raging forest fires
She had dreams that were noisy bazaars with impatient buyers
She had some dreams
She had dreams that were an eerily quiet graveyard
She had dreams that were sun filled Van Gogh Postcards
She had dreams that wept a martyred widows tears
She had dreams that were a stranded mountaineers fears
She had some dreams
She had dreams that frolicked in the happy April sun
She had dreams that were hollowed eyes of a mother who’s lost her son
She had dreams that were the promise of flower laden fruit trees
She had dreams that were a multitude of angry killer bees
She had some dreams
She had dreams that were a pricky three day old stubble
She had dreams that were a fragile iridescent bubble
She had dreams that glided, dreams that danced
She had dreams that were happy, dreams that were sad
She had some dreams of dreams that she had once had
I am participating in Napowrimo -2017. The challenge for the eighth day was to write a poem that relies on repetition. I was mesmerized by the beauty of Joy Harjo’s “She Had Some Horses” and used it as an inspiration to write my poem for the day. I hope you enjoy it!
Just another wake-up call 
A mix of lighthearted and deep, fragile and strong. Lovely poem.
Thank you 😊
Oh so utterly lovely Sapney, you carried me with her dreams, some shattering, some touching, some downers, some frilly and frothy, so so nice. You are a budding poetess whose repertoire is widening every new day. Way to go!
That’s very generous praise 😊😊 not sure if I deserve it! But thank you !! Nice to hear