Dream of Oak

Just when I feel a lack of imagination, comes a dream. An unbidden act of vivid imagination pushing its message, its beauty, the unknown into the prefrontal cortex of a prosaic mind.


She is home, here and now
with breast thumping joy
I dare not breathe

Hold on to the scene 
docile and defenseless
prostrate in an ancient chamber

Polished floors reflect
the frosted lens of a door
silent and blurred figures deliver

Her handwritten poetry
beautiful and haunting 
gifts tucked under me safely

Careful now, slowly
I exhale but wait
Gone, gone again

I pace these ancient floors
smooth and dark and ageless
whorling thumbprints of oak 

Round and around, unblinking
counting, labyrinthing
my steps and wonder

How many more rounds
until a welcome knock
at that frosty door


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Monica Sword

Monica Sword is an aspiring author and artist living a deeply heartfelt life. Following the early death of three family members, including her daughter, she struggled to balance home and work life. Once she discovered how to apply her conscientious and high-achieving personality to honor her passions, be mindful of her emotional reactions and focus on self-care, she developed a creative mindset that produces her most meaningful life work. On her website, lifeisaprettyword.com, Monica inspires and encourages others to honor their heart and soul in mindful ways.