No One Can Tell You How to Dream
In this poem, we will explore optimism, idealism, and our sovereign right to dream our dreams...
Listening to the Wings of A Butterfly's Flight
Hopeful wishes are dangerous to everyone but optimists.
We indulge in the wonder of fantasy creating a world and extending invitations.
Birthing “impossibilities” are a reminder of those who are with us breathing and breeding and bearing.
Diligently we wait patiently for the morning star—the one that holds our wishes.
It’s like listening to the wings of a butterfly while enjoying the beauty of its flight.
Not knowing where this wonderful creature is headed or if its journey will be a safe passage.
Instead we delight in the imagined journey, the sound of hope, the flutter of wings.
Breaking and brooding and brimming thoughts have no place as long as we can hold on to love
And those who say we don’t hear—we only imagine may see this love as time wasted.
We see differently with idealistic knowing.
And we gladly feed the fantasy fully.
And we madly affirm our hopeful wishes
Because we understand the beauty and boldness and braveness of the butterfly’s flight.
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Carmellita
A Writer, Poet, and Storyteller--"My Evolution will be digitized" through insightful stories in the digital space. I am writing for the love of writing, to share feelings, thoughts, and ideas, and to connect with other readers and writers.
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