Poem - Dreaming Another Reality

I watched the 2014 Doctor Who Christmas special. It touched on the reality of dreams. This got me thinking about how the difference between dreams and a waking reality can indistinguishable. That turns about to be a poem for another day. The poem “Dreaming Another Reality” is about the differences between the waking world and the dream world. For some people, those old(er), the dream world is a very different place from the waking world. This poem speaks to those differences.


Dreaming Another Reality
Poem for Day 94 – 20141226

Dream transports me
in ways most magical.
Dreams are my portal
to worlds I want to visit.

Time becomes a pathway
traveled on a whim.
I witness places from long ago
and they are reality now.

I walk with no pain.
There are no limits physically.
Age is a passing vision,
it has no function in this place.

A cast of characters meet me,
some are now long gone.
Speak to me with voices now mute,
I hear you now in this reality.

I do things that I wish
because they are possible now.
The bucket list is complete
in this dimension less discrete.

Lastly I am the hero,
fighting monsters and aliens.
I may join them to make peace,
but in the end I always win.

Could I stay here, in this place?
No, sadly I must retreat.
The magic cannot last
and to reality I must pass back.

© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.

Creative Expression

There are so many ways to creatively express oneself. I've figured out my own way of doing it through writing and poetry. Others do it through videography, music, art, lyrics, or a combination of the above. I watched Cool World (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cool_World). I loved the imaginative art work, and part of me would very much like to be able to draw realities. Would I trade this for being able to write realities? Could I write a reality, via poem or prose, as powerful as the best drawn realities? I'll just have to try!

The interesting side of this thought regards how people relate to the world. Some people are visual. Others are audio. Some are touch. Each sense is a doorway to more appreciating the world. I suspect I am a terribly visual person, but I express myself through writing. I do photography, yes, and I am sufficient at it, but I don't pursue it to the length that others do. Why don't I express myself in the way that I most appreciate the world? Is it because I am not sufficient in visual expression? Perhaps, but maybe there is something else going on. What are your thoughts?