Poetry Wednesday - A Dream Poem

submitting poetry for others to scrutinise and reject.

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Hello poetry people,

So this week I decided to get my butt into gear and send some poetry off to see if anyone wanted to include it in their magazine. As yet I am unpublished, unless you count the college magazine I ran with friends and included a poem in way back in 1987. (Nearly wrote 1897 there, May as well be the same they are both that long ago😂.)

The trouble with this is 99% of places won’t accept submissions that have been published ANYWHERE at all, blogs included. Most places seem nice and I’ve sent off rather a lot of poems of different styles, lengths and ages just to see what happens - 49 in all - 😮 shock, horror. And some of those were written specifically for the zine for their prompt. I expect every single one to be rejected. It’s an experiment that’s all.

But that now puts me is a sticky position in that I don’t know what to post for you all. I might post a piece that’s amazing and then never be able to use it again, or I could post you stuff I’m not keen on and then I’m doing you all a disservice.

So I had a long look through my ‘back catalogue’ and found one that I’m unlikely to send and I like it.

I do write about my dreams, and this one did happen, and if you know the running joke between Tennant and Sheen it will make sense.

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In my dream …

David Tenant is my friend,
Michael Sheen is nowhere 
to be seen. David isn’t pompous 
or rude, but listens and chats  
whilst tending his children
as Georgia sits nearby.
Of course, in this dream,
I’m 25 and thin and healthy 
and sport naturally coloured 
hair and David is just David 
and kind. I know he’s a friend 
and that’s all I need to know.

Oh, and where Michael is.

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And there, a poem about a dream. Do you write about your dreams? Do you dream in colour or black and white? Sound? Smells? Etc. As someone who has hyperphantasia my dreamworld is as vivid as real life and often just as draining.

Until next time.

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