Dreams
On a day like today, with heavy rain depressing the damp washing as it clings to Clare’s clothesline, I do not have the heart to write. I do not want my own weather-bound summer sadness to arrive at your heart and make you sad. Today, then, I will place a happier dream before you and invite you into the mysterious yet joyous world created by the balloon lady who lives in a plastic castle in the main square in Oaxaca. From here, she sells dreams to young children who purchase her colored balloons on their birthdays.
Release your sadness, she tells them. Let it rise into the skies and sail beyond the clouds that surround you. May your tears and fears take delight in the silver linings that fill the sky and may they find sunshine as they climb to their heart’s desire, the sunny lands beyond today’s clouds.
rogermoorepoet 
And how many today have heard of a Gibbous Moon?
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Good question: but it occurs in fantasy literature, ghost literature, and the paranormal. It has a foreboding sound to it. A lovely sound, actually, as though t were gibbering gibberish, like a moon carrying a monkey / gibbon on its back. I always have to double-check the meaning!
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Beautiful! We are having the same kind of weather here…blah.
You brightened my day, Roger!
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I think the weight of the weather with its dark clouds bearing down on our shoulders bends us all to its will. I feel that my back isn’t strong enough to lift up my heart and the clouds. I need a chariot of fire … yet the clouds are so dark, the light won’t break through, except in sudden flashes and the groans of sodden wheels.
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It is supposed to clear up here this weekend. I’m hopeful! Have a great weekend, Roger!
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Beautiful morning here, cool and crisp, with eat to come later. All the windows open, a fresh breeze everywhere, and the house sailing along like a ship under full canvas.
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Glad to hear that!
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I think there’s another poem in there, somewhere!
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I need cheering up Roger this is lovely. Now if only I could write some cheery stuff well.
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It’s a golden oldie, rediscovered, with an up to date exhortation. Glad you like it. By a balloon, Mr. Cake. Fill it with all your sorrows and float it away, up, up and away… you’ll feel much better afterwards … and buy a party hat and a birthday cake (it will always be somebody’s birthday, if not yours), and don’t forget the candles … light them … and let your cares go up in smoke …
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Thanks Roger I really need buried treasure I think
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Buried treasure is, more often than not, a case of understanding, recognition, and exploitation. Both of my yesterday’s poems were based on word sequences that started in reply to posts. Whether or not they are any good, as poems, is a different question. Only time (and a little more revision and polishing) will tell. There are genuine depths in the sequence you sent me: however, it is a question of recognizing and isolating those depths and then starting from them … a long, slow process, but then we are re-writers, not just writers. This brief response is, obviously, the seed for a longer, better thought out article. Rather than think in terms of a schism, I would think of a genuine debate about essential issues concerning the generation of writing. You have the ability to provoke deeper thought: this is a remarkable and excellent facet of your writing.
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Thanks Roger you are very kind. The artist as magus or craftsman? The eternal question
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Why either / or? In fact he is both: magus to dig out the gems, craftsman to polish them. I see room and a need for both aspects of creativity.
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You are a born diplomat Roger and a lovely person.
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Very good especially the end
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Thank you, Shane. Good to see you back again.
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Wonderfull imazination but a toch of little bit reality.who is she my dear roger!!.
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Clare is my beloved … we have been together for over fifty years now. Just growing old together …
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Very good,dear roger!!i wish from God for ur long living n forever love of u both.say my regard n lots of love to Clare.
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Thanks so much, Aruna. We have so much to be thankful for, good friends included.
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U both r most welcome,dear roger n clare!!
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