I Dreamt

In the crimson haze of an unexpected day,
I dreamt of things I recalled along the way:
Pink violets and red roses on perfumed paper
Scents of rust and smells of misty vapor:
I listened to the sun as it slid into the air,
Of ceramic gnomes that sit and stare,
Of humpbacked whales and warty toads,
Of dusty paths and wandering roads:
I dreamt of times when life was gay,
Of special conversations of the day,
Of silent ponds and verdant trails,
Of rhythmic poems and mystic tales:
I dreamt of places near and far,
Of rumbling waves and a shooting star,
Of times when I was not so gray,
Of balmy winds on a summer day:
I dreamt of times when we were together,
Of happy picnics in the warm weather,
Of gazing at bright stars at evening time,
Of the aroma of Rosemary and scented, Thyme.

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James, a retired professor and octogenarian, is a pushcart and best of web nominee. He has published 3 collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “LIGHT,” (2016), and over 1,000 poems, in such magazines as Global Poetry, Westward Quarterly, Miller’s Pond, Poetic Diversity, American Aesthetic, Penwood, Gold Dust Poetry, Scarlet Leaf, The Linnet’s Wings and over 120 others. His fourth collection of poetry will be released this year. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.

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