Dreaming Of Lemon Trees Poem by Francis DiClemente

Francis DiClemente

Francis DiClemente

Rome, NY
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Dreaming Of Lemon Trees



I dream of words
I strive to recapture
When I awaken in the morning.
I dream of stories with endings unknown,
Vibrant scenes imagined in my sleep—
A Degas ballerina alone in her dressing room,
A wagon train backlit on the horizon,
A hummingbird dancing on the windowsill,
And a lemon tree in the church courtyard in mid-afternoon.
Wherever I go in my dreams,
The air is balmy and sunlight abundant.
Trees sway and the scent of evergreen finds its way to my nose.
I dream because when this tired body hits the mattress,
It relaxes, then releases and gives up its earthly weight.
My eyes close and I sink to the deep recesses of my mind,
Setting the subconscious free.

Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,lemon,sleep
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Francis DiClemente

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