Dreaming in haiku
Counting the syllables
Praying to wake up
Because in the dark
I dreamt all night in haiku.
I knew it was weird
but I couldn’t stop.
All night long, I was counting
through very dark dreams-
A dreamland concert
threatened to ruin my marriage.
Who’s she, you’re kissing?
A chase through caverns
had me quaking in my boots
hiding in shadows -
An observation
gone terribly wrong, sent me
looking for new work-
What pain, torment, and
misery! Can I wake up?
Reality calls...
Warm spring sun awakes -
There’s my man waiting for me
coffee and kisses
Shrug off the dreaming
struggle to stop the counting
of my dream haiku
Counting the syllables
Praying to wake up
Because in the dark
I dreamt all night in haiku.
I knew it was weird
but I couldn’t stop.
All night long, I was counting
through very dark dreams-
A dreamland concert
threatened to ruin my marriage.
Who’s she, you’re kissing?
A chase through caverns
had me quaking in my boots
hiding in shadows -
An observation
gone terribly wrong, sent me
looking for new work-
What pain, torment, and
misery! Can I wake up?
Reality calls...
Warm spring sun awakes -
There’s my man waiting for me
coffee and kisses
Shrug off the dreaming
struggle to stop the counting
of my dream haiku
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