Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Digitally Created as Art
I am not a purveyor of dreams
for sleepless nights are undressed
and shorn of innocence
peppered weary of thoughts
like thorns
not even scented with night orchids
nor born of water lilies nocturne
viewed less in colored
prisms dim
for I do not fly weightless
high above the earth
casting giant shadows
beneath the light of the moon
revealing me integral
in the realm
of hope
of desire
I cannot be the purveyor of dreams
for life’s knowing opens
only to one garnering dreams
in nights deepest sleep
with orchids fragrant
and water lilies
a buoy for the ecstasy
of flight
Perhaps the purveyor of dreams
is illusive, a hidden vestige
of night’s firmament
for to purvey dreams
one must hold onto them
one must dream
© May 2018 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Beautifully written as always, Renee. All the images are very powerful. Love how you interconnect the 2nd and 4th stanzas with the metaphors of the orchids and the water lillies. You are great at connecting descriptions of nature with human feelings. Love the 3rd stanza too. And the short verses that end each stanza give more strength to the whole poem. Loved it!
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Thank you Marta. It seems rather the way I tend to write for my feelings do connect with nature in the depth of what I see myself to be. So happy you enjoyed the read. Hope you are well.
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Beautifully written Renee.. Indeed Dreams are a mixture are they not.. And I love your opening verse.. Such a flourish of words that tickle the senses. As the use of Thorns immediately speak..
Sending you nothing but Sweet Dreams…
Love another Dreamer.. xx
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Thank you Sue for your kind words. I am taking more time to be thoughtful and thought filled in what I write. Hopefully it shows. Recently I am dreaming more but there are still those ‘thorn filled’ nights where my mind is like a computer that cannot be turned off. 🙂 xoxo
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I relate to those kind of nights Renee, and yes dream-time is more vivid these days, We are all awaking to memory my friend.. And its during our sleep we remember.. 🙂 And yes I loved your wonderful poem..
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Great post and the words are written beautifully, the expose of Dreams come alive in the vibrancy of the words.
Graphic a wonderful appropriate accompaniment.
Kind regards.
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Thank you Ian. I am taking more time with each of my poems and I believe it is showing by the response. I am enjoying your writes as well. You are an excellent writer. Be well.
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Beautifully expressed Renee ~ For me dreams are merely a glimpse of what can be but we can’t hold on to them ~ Hope you are having a good weekend ~
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I am Grace, although much time has been spent changing up my site. I do not attempt it often as for me it is a challenge of technology. Hope you are well.
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Eloquently written, Renee…. Dreams are so illusive and ephemeral – you’ve captured that well. It seems we have no control over them, and yet they do connect us to nature and to our deepest hopes. Lovely writing, as always!
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Thank you Betty. Yes, they are illusive at best and sometimes leave me wondering. Hope you are doing ok.
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Hope you’re doing all right too, Renee. Sunshine has helped. Looks like rain today though, but we need it. Grass is turning brown already. 😱
Take good care, my friend. Hope you’re still enjoying your new home. ❤️
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so beautiful Renee!! I would love to be a purveyor of dreams!
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Thank you Cybele. It would certainly be an adventure.
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