On Dreams — NaPoWriMo #25 (anaphora with a twist)

I miss this phone. I miss phones like this. Or maybe it was all a dream.

I miss this phone. I miss phones like this. Or maybe it was all a dream.


Dreams come on waves
As the last rays of sun carry away
yesterday’s memory
today’s work
tomorrow’s yearning

On waves dreams come
like the ring of a playskool phone.
I pick up the smiling red plastic
handset and hear
my own voice
from a parallel time, saying

Waves on dreams come
swirling ‘round the foot
of this bed, wafting the dreamer
out to sea,
quilts billowing as sails
until

Come waves on dreams
to lash against the stern
and slosh over the gunwales
rocking the feeble ship,
flapping the heavy sails.
When finally skies begin to clear,

Come waves on dreams
of tomorrow’s yearning.
Waves on dreams come
of today’s work.
On waves dreams come
of yesterday’s memory.
Dreams come on waves
as the first rays of sun enter
on waves.

~LD

I decided to mess about some with the anaphora here — it was fun. ‘-) I wonder what you make of it. Terrible idea? Fabulous idea? Somewhere in between?

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