DREAMER

Who am I if not a dreamer?

Not a writer or poet

not a teacher or mother

maybe before the age of steam

people worked too hard to dream

Who am I if not a dreamer?

not a sports enthusiast

not an actor or gardener

work is now compartmentalized

our extracurricular is super-sized

Who am I if not a dreamer?

not an adventurer or student

not  game player or changer

my mind is buzzing and blinking

multiplied by facts for thinking

Who am I if not a dreamer?

professor of possibilities

and a strategic schemer

I am not just a survivor

there is magic to fly for

Are there people without dreams? Who are they? What do they do?

In honor of people that make us feel special.

Relative

enfold me splendidly singular

countermanding thine own insecure

shriek at my luxuriant chocolate locks

which was comparable to a cardboard box

personal progeny were beauties

longly lashed cultivated snooties

yet, I felt on par, clever and stylish

tho' in retrospect shabby and bookish

behold cherished auntie

not a real relation

but more like family

then those of creation

she exhausted not much more than a dime

but ad infinitum quality time

fawning and fussing a personage

acclaiming with abundant homage

she had me in a moon eyed hypnotic trance

amidst a laudatory fairy dust dance

raise the reckoning with reticence

a-stumbling askance with hesitance

behold cherished auntie

not a real relation

but more like family

then those of creation

as a memory mostly divine

inserted more than a slender line

as sundry glimmering glories she begot

my choice countenance tightened into a knot

in lieu of parody I repay

mediocrity she did allay

her physical essence hath departed

forever the spirit she imparted

Marcy Santos

Who makes you feel good about yourself?

Weekly Poem

Dream Easy

Easy to dream

hard to achieve

no matter how I

weave and weave

the silver strands

through my thoughts

it's not enough

to materialize

difficult to realize

that some whimsy

will never be

though oh so clearly

In my mind I can see

and touch the

quasi-reality of

there being brought

from dust to touch

no matter how determined

or persistent the desire

a stark existence

enflames the fire.

by Marcy Santos

How do you deal with the stark difference between your dreams and how difficult they are to attain?