936 Dream 10-14-2020

No gossemer dream is

too rickety,

too fragile,

too frayed,

to shreded-a-spider-web

wafting in a wind-going-down.

Until it comes true.

Only then,

when it becomes a thing we can clutch,

as we can grasp the twig

tossed in the tempest

just before we go under

for the last time

does that dream

become a frustration,

a longing-best-forgotten.

Hold your dreams far off,

suspended in the mists,

just shy-

of attainment,

of those last, bloody steps

on the bolder blocked road

to impossible fruition.

Sleep on it a long, long while!

A dream is better that way

and still gossemer.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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