Remember being given a word, an idea or a theme and using that as inspiration? Remember the excitement that ran through your mind and traveled to your fingertips as your idea came to life?
The Inspirational Circle is back! This will be the last Circle of the year, and probably for a while, as I want to focus on compiling poems and promo videos for my poetry book starting next year.
To end the Circle with something fun and also contemplative, I have chosen “dream” as the theme 🙂 You can view it however you like (figurative dreams that you have at night, daydreams that you wish could happen, or realistic dreams that you want to pursue). Make it fun, make it real, but most of all, make it “yours” as that is how the best art is created. And, of course, share it with us on our Facebook Event!
All creative work will be considered – drawing, painting, photography, poetry, prose, mixed media, sculpture, etc. If you post the work of others as inspiration, please cite the original source to give the artist credit. Please spread the word and invite others to join in.
Here’s a poem by Edgar Allen Poe that will give you some inspiration:
A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
And now a cute poem about childhood dreams that I found here: http://www.gigglepoetry.com/poetryclass/dream.htm
My Bed is Like a Sailing Ship
My bed is like a sailing ship-
when I’m tucked in, I take a trip.
I leave behind my busy day
and sail to places far away.
I sail past beaches, gleaming white,
with palm trees swaying in the night.
I watch the waves break on the shore,
and then I see my bedroom floor!
I blink my eyes, I scratch my head-
my ship is home, I’m back in bed.
My ships goes sailing every night
and sails home in the morning light.
And now for some photos that I found googling “dreams”
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