~ Dream(s) ~ & Fantasy(ies)

Bonnie Flach
Sep 7, 2018 · 8 min read

What is your Dream?

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To remain on earth
yet feel the soft touch
of angel wings

Is it to know
how the bird feels
when his heart bursts
as he sings, or

to capture a child’s first laugh
and hold it in
for eternity?

What is your Dream? ~ bonnie j. flach ~ ©

~ What is your Dream II ~

bjf © wildflower field @ sun city, calif

What is your dream?

Is it to be famous and

make the night life scene

to be surrounded by screaming

fans who seem to clap their

hands every time you breathe

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What is your dream?

Is it to hide away

in a peaceful place

escape the crowds

run through fields alone

and shout out loud

all the names of the people

you have ever known

What is your dream?

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~ Asleep ~

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There

was a

well, into

which stars fell.

When I pulled up the

bucket, it gleamed. The

well was my brain

the stars my

dreams

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when dreams are everything

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when bedridden

and few come to visit

your dreams become

your entire world, not a

bad thing, when

they are good

dreams

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- Some Dreams Really Do Come True ~

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Perhaps we’ll be together in

Timbuktu. We’ll travel by camel

caravan across the Saharan

sands and stay in a mud-brick

hotel. You never know

You never can tell, for

some dreams really do come true, maybe they

will for us in those Mali skies so blue ~ bjf ©

~ New Dreams ~

anza borrego desert near old stage coach station — bjf ©

New Dreams

of the roads that lie ahead

of the sacred wind

of dancing waters

of giant cedars

where by day

the snow owl sleeps

where in hidden corners, I keep, new dreams ~ bjf © ~

~ Dream Thoughts ~

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Dream thoughts are
long river water desires, tumbling into sea & the light flames of moon dancing
free. Rise to a blood sun
and his flashing fire, for
Dream thoughts are
long river water desires

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~ Freedom Road In Sundown Dreams ~

~ rod adocx © ramona, calif —

There’s a soft edge beyond flame in sundown dreams a lovely view of where the freedom road unfolds as under skies wild, Truth’s river flows between miles of grounds sacred her desert sand dunes gold.

All that matters then are life’s precious moments, I’ll accept them & ride with the changing tides with joyful heart soak in Day’s solar rays and waste not time searching for shadows to hide.

Miles of grounds sacred her desert sand dunes gold, under her skies wild, Truth’s river flows between a lovely view of where the freedom road unfolds beyond flame there’s a soft edge in sundown dreams

~ bjf © ~

~ The Future ~

curled peeled bark remnant — bjf ©

In our dreams live unborn

years and in our brains

penetrate, when at the

threshold of sleep, then while

awake hibernates in those

caverns far too deep ~ bjf ©

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~ I imagine ~

vintage aircraft @ ramona, calif — bjf ©

~ I imagine land before man and his wheel, sea before the keel, sky before wings of steel. I hear thundering steeds so wild, songs of whales that have me beguiled, cooing doves ever so mild, for I imagine land before man and his wheel, sea before the keel & sky before wings of steel — bjf ©

~ I n s o m n i a ~ Dream poems

balboa park, san diego, calif — bjf ©

Dream

Yeah I dream

I dream while awake

I dream about

sleep

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~ Silent Phantom ~ Sly phantom he flashed in light at amusement park arcade, his image was so bright, as sun upon knife thrower’s blades. Then I saw him once again on fast mirrored round-about, just laughing and playing games “Hey You” I began to shout, ah, but, it was just a dream, wash cloth on fevered brow, well he looked so real it seemed I believed it all somehow. Sun upon knife thrower’s blades his image was oh so bright
At amusement park arcade, sly phantom he flashed in light ~ bjf ©~

~ In my Silent Dream ~ Moored boat on Evening Shore in my silent dream lone pelican sits with broken wing, unable to fly, waiting to die, still sea rocks, wild wind blows, moon still shines, bird he knows, it’s his time, must let go. Return to sea, his final sleep, meet his fate, where it’s dark, in the deep, food for shark, wild wind blows, moon still shines still sea rocks. Ah, yes, well so it seems, moored boat on Evening Shore, in my silent dream ~ bjf ©

~ My wish came in a Dream ~ Come out of the muck, come out of the mire, for I will tell you, about what has transpired. Draw near, come close, for I’ve opened my door. I went to where there was to be war, but there was no battle, nor did a single person fall. In fact of anger or hate, I saw none of it at all, I wondered why the battles ceased. While off in the distance I heard bells rings, then I realized what occurred was P e a c e ~ bjf ©

~ On the edge of a Dream ~ On the edge of a dream, esperanza clings desiring to sail into reality, on the edge of a dream, gracia she prays desiring to ride on heaven’s joyful train, on the edge of a dream, amor y paz sings desiring to fly with holy angels wings on the edge of a Dream ~ bjf © esperanza = hope; gracia = mercy & amor y paz = love and peace!

~ Dreams Swirl ~ Like a whirlpool dreams swirled in your mind the most pleasant kind of walks alongside pathways fragrant floral trimmed, of splendid canyon views from their pine tree rims, of an eagle’s cry as his call echoes while you sleep, of the deer you follow into peaceful woodlands deep, like a whirlpool dreams swirled in your mind the most pleasant kind ~ bjf ©

~ In her pendulous Dreams ~ Her scarlet lips kisses the pure soul of an ageless man and follows pathways of light, bears not rock nor water’s weight, harms neither forest nor stream, owns neither mountain nor sea, consumes not as fire’s flames, but dances as feather free, suspended in divine wind, drifting in pendulous dreams ~ bjf ©

Textile Dream the Angels Ball ~ Skirts of chiffon mist & silk cloud gowns floated in ballroom sky where angels are found, above organdy mountains, which rose from crinoline grounds, fabric of life heaven bound. Materialistically speaking perhaps it was a dream, when I saw angels clad in gabardine ~ bjf ©

~ Dream Curve ~ Scattered sound touches light’s keen edge where dim shadow plus bright sun blurs. Savage wind spirals vast cosmos dome caught inside endless dream curves, yes caught inside endless dream curves ~ bjf ©

~ Stream’s Dreams ~

when the stream becomes a fall — bjf © Portland, OR

Good stream ripple as you sleep

moving through your dreams

Visions of pine needles float by

Reflections of clouds in day’s sky

Birds drink & fluff their feathers

Sunrays sparkle in lovely weather

In nightmares sun evaporates your water

then day becomes hotter & hotter

in other bad dreams

rain refuses to stop and water

spills over the top, but most of

your dreams are sweet, of

children playing & fishermen’s

boot covered feet

Teenagers in innertubes

giggle and scream

Good stream ripple

moving through your dreams

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~ Dreams don’t Lie ~

bjf © silk kimono — I think these are swimming birds over sea anemone, could be

In my dreams

fish run

horses sail

birds swim

& snakes fly

Yes, that’s the truth

Hey, come on

dreams don’t lie

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~ What is your Fantasy ~

dusk at sunset cliffs, san diego, calif — rod adcox ©

Is it to walk into your painting,

skip across piano keys

dance over rainbows

fly into ocean foam

swim in cloud-formed seas

is it perhaps none,

some, or all of these?

What is your fantasy? ~ bjf ©~

~ Seacret Fantasy ~

bjf © image overlay — chalkboard whales / coastal kauai

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What seacrets lie beneath the sea that either begs to be told or hides away in hopes not to be found, but merely left alone

What lies between the kelp, under the sand, amongst the coral or in my hand

What’s inside the cave, above the eel, upon the reef, what’ll be revealed

Ah, all those creatures that inhabit the deep. I think of them, before I drift off to sleep

then in my dreams, they pull me in and that’s when my seacret exploration begins

and who knows, perhaps for my own sake, I’ll make new discoveries before I wake

~ bjf ©

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p.s. intentional incorrect spelling of “secret”

~ Where Fantasy Dwells ~

bjf © king’s ring

Desperate souls

wade through

strange streets,

hardened citizens,

savage transients &

melancholy poets

who imagine ghetto

fire escapes as palatial

staircases and the

manhole cover a

circular Persian rug

the servant sets for

his monarch’s throne,

a place of honor

and why not, when

reality is hell, here

the mind can be king,

where fantasy dwells ~ bjf © ~

~ What If You Could ~

What

if you

could up

to land fly

& step down

on sky or better

yet, suppose, well, ah

you could touch water

and not get wet, what if

it was soft as silken cloth

fluttering in breeze like

a lovely moth, what

if you could

step down

on sky &

up to

land

fly

?

bjf ©

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Bonnie Flach

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Photographer, Poet, Pianist, Artist & Environmentalist — San Diego, Calif. — http://www.oceanartistssociety.org — nickname Bon

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