GUARD | STRANGE | RIVER | LAND | MIND The challenge is to use these five words in an original work of writing. I love these types of Challenges. It gives me words that I might not put together myself, to be used to create a picture in the mind. This poem is from a dreamer watching where dreams come from.
It was strange,
to see night fall from our dreams
bringing a river of light to bear,
drowning the moon without
insights into the mind
of the dreamer.
An unusual land, Dreams,
lacking the guards of civility while
blooming weeds the colors of
invention,
watching as they
fall into night’s place.
It was strange to see night fall
into our realities only to be resented
for being unique.
Ann WJ White 