Dreams
Wishing them to come true
Realising our visions
And watching them perish too
I’ve been told, “Life is a Process”
Like in a fruit juice processor
Dreams
Peeled, sliced and diced
Thrown into the mixer
Puree
Filling a Tupperware container
Tagged and dated
Placed neatly into the freezer
Dreams
Like in a blue Tardis fridge
Duly forgotten, frozen in time
Until
The freezer suddenly dies
A clean-out is required
Puree dreams gone rotten
Thrown-out into the garbage bin
Afterwards trucked to the rubbish tip.
Dreams
Dead and buried
Covered in yesterdays mildew mud
A slushy natural fertiliser
Hereafter regenerating our muses
Sprouting like magic mushrooms
Feeding the new brides and grooms
Ivor Steven (c) Ā 2018
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
Wow….what a parallelism there is Ivor..
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Thanks Mich, Dreams are always interesting to write about.
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A wonderful analogy
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Thanks Derricks, maybe I’m dreaming too much.
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Beautiful Ivor and all too true! š
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Thank you Dabir,
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I love the parallelism…never crossed my mind but sure I ll look at my food processor in a totally different way nowā¤ļø
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Yes, to be treated with respect and dignity šš
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lol yes, no emojis on computer but you know i am sending you a big smile
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this was just so delicious to read Ivor. I love the recycling of dreams, like energy it can never be destroyed it seems, it may fade or get diluted but as you write it it can be regenerated. Love all the words that are like a spiral of hope. you make the words come alive!
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this is so sweet!
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Thanks for reading my poem, and yes they could’ve been sweet dreams.
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Dreams that melt away and drip like tears and then born again as the seeds of hope begin to sprout again. That’s my take on your poem. I love it Ivor, so clever of you š
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Thank you Sue, that’s a lovely interpretation, Well done.
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Thanks Ivor.
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Oh Sue, did you pick up on a few Ivor anecdotes, Doctor Who’s, “Blue Tardis” and “Regeneration”, and my Uni days, “Magic Mushrooms”
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Ivor this was fantastic! Imagine the loves and lives being fertilized by those dreams.
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I thought it was just going to be a puree, but I felt sorry for all the brides and grooms without there dreams, so I had to magically regenerate some dreams
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You did so, beautifully.
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Awesome post my friend! Not sure I would accept a dinner invitation from you though š
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I’d put the processor back in it’s box for you Walt
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Why thanks, lol!
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Outstanding!
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Thanks Jan, that’s my first “Outstanding”
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Your wondrous mind is a whirlwind of winsome whimsicality, a whooshing waterwheel of wise words, a warm wind of whirling wanderings… will somebody please shut me up – three posts today, and now I’m getting carried away with me comments š š
Let’s make it simple, Ivor; I love this poem, and the imaginative mind that lies behind it.
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Yes , Ivor’s mind, I wonder about myself sometimes, xx
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It’s an interesting thing, the Ivor brain… maybe somebody should make a study of it š
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How wonderful that you turned your comment into a poem. I LOVE it! š š š I didn’t date my freezer stuff so I can keep it forever, right? It might not be fit to eat, but then half of it I’m not fit enough to do anymore, either! LOL
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Such tantalizing and rich words! Did you add a drop of liquor in your fantastic concoction?
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A few shots of Kahlua !!
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Yeah! Time to wear some lamp shades.
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