Last night I dreamed a wonderful new word.
This morning I awoke and wrote it down.
I knew it had a power which, once heard,
Could bring an end to fighting in the town.
I sold my gun to buy a megaphone
And spread the word across the battlefield.
To my delight I saw their weapons thrown
Upon the ground. By evening peace was sealed.
They said I was a hero, set me high,
And drank my health a hundred thousand times.
But soon enough the drink made tempers fly –
I wake before old feuds beget new crimes.
I cannot sleep, hearing the town scream.
Waking up this morning was a dream.
10 thoughts on “Sleep Disturbance”
Love this poem!
Thank you. Story poems offer an alternative to direct preaching!
Good dream. ..
Thanks. The ones I like best resemble films where you become your own director!
Ha ha…good 😃
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I wish someone would dream up something that works.
Nice dream Dave.
Cheers, Opher! Don’t know about you, but I’ve lost count of the conversations I’ve had putting the world to rights …
Hi , I saw your comment on somebody ‘s post , then your profile and I was curious so here I am , not regreting to check you at all, this is just so inspiring^^
Glad you liked it, Jade! May try more poems, always good for a quick and intense post. Will check out your site, too.