Written almost as a stream of consciousness. Very descriptive indeed. You just can't help putting in the occasional rhyme but that does not detract in the least. I really enjoyed this absorbing read.

Great sequence of dream scapes blended with melancholy and nice imagery of what happens in the mind space...

Regards...

must dream like you
wonderful

I thought I had commented on this one a while back but the comment became lost.
I like this one it is a gentle and dreamy, I was expecting the aboriginal Dreamtime and was surprised at this one.
One line you use scents, I always love the word perfumes it seems to add a wider dimention to a piece, Odours for smells, and perfumes to stir the senses.
Take care and know we are there with you,
Yours Ian..xx

ma'am
kindly read my maiden sonnet
your inputs are needed
to improve
Lady poetry teacher
as are you

i worked bars for years..sober then...intel..cant discuss details
but
i liked certian trophy wives and girls who flashed their underage cards
daddy danger daughters who just got what they wanted
blew in with an edge...tastefully dressed...it was their
tiger eyes and fresh hearts that added flavor to the tired and old
diesel drama...and then the trophy wives....
what to describe
that I danced with both
bra less A cup pool shark who would emote every time i walked
through the door...I was picking beer tins for coffee money
but the joy boys she must have burned through
she looked like the femme fatale from MATRIX
and she was a pool shark

dreams were like that....the least remembered would
walk into an old kitchen..bedroom
field...car ride..
their magic would infuse the dream
and awakening I would be charged up
they would write me and say
'I think about u'
luv notes..sonnets...
breath of fresh air
i was a hook to their step up
from the stale air

they were hot off the press
dahls
lucky me
to this day
day dreams are spent working
for..among women of my era
74' 94'
but the ones from 89' to?
still find in me a fresh contextual
landscape
but dreams....
I taught them to be point in their dreams
they would roll over kick me awake
i got pts so they had to be careful
and I lived on the road
cause it was a cop kicking you awake
telling you to fuck off
or some bad ass
why having a room today
and a lady with apt is important

but..this poem is delicious
and its about travel in sleep
which I do much of
I believe in dream time
I believe it shows us the future
sometimes
and teachs us about past
like the bars....I remember
when the legends would come
in through the doors
and epic nights with a live
band would be held

when the biz with bros was
done..it was all about the
dahls...
i was into the rare
and thank god they were
into me

but i had vision
still do
the young want to see
too from that vantage
they dont care about
age
and my history
my cartage
I awake
and take
the dream

....

excellent poem Jayne

i approve!!!!!!!!!

Wolffe