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    Sunstruck: Dream Poems
    Sunstruck: Dream Poems
    Sunstruck: Dream Poems
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    Sunstruck: Dream Poems

    By Maria B.

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    Sun throws a bone
    slides it on cirrus
    just before sunset

    parhelion paints
    twin irridescent patches
    in mackerel sky

    Quickly, Sundog!
    catch a bite
    of the rainbow

    Now run back
    to your master
    while its still light
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateNov 24, 2010
    ISBN9781450265317
    Sunstruck: Dream Poems
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    Maria B.

    Maria B lives in Houston, Texas with her husband, two children, and her cats. This is her first published book of poems, inspired by Nature and the Mysteries of Life..

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      Sunstruck - Maria B.

      Contents

      Introduction

      Sunstruck

      Sundog

      Stunning Sun

      Sun’s Girdle

      Blue Martian Sunset

      Rainy Day

      Puddle Bubbles

      Thunder Rumbles

      Snow Flurries

      Singing Water

      Slow Boats

      I Love My TV

      Cirrus

      Altocumulus

      Flying

      Flying Monkeys

      Fox

      Wolf

      Dragonfly

      Hummingbird

      Heron

      Frightened Off

      Owl

      Rambo, the Ram

      White Tiger

      Playing Possum

      Cats

      Moth

      Bumble Bee

      Finch

      Wood Turtle

      Green Sea Turtle

      Hedgehog

      Griffin

      Snowball Tree I

      Snowball Tree II

      Lightning Tree

      Seed Dreams

      Dirt

      Graceful

      Stiff Neck

      Heart

      Tomato Soup

      and Grilled Cheese

      Ode to Oatmeal

      Hologram

      Round

      Time Trilogy

      The Blade

      Unlinked

      Burst

      Spot

      Hurricane Ike’s

      Seven Days of Uncreation (2008)

      Lesson from Tar Baby

      All God’s Contracts

      Shifting Sands

      About the Author

      Introduction

      There are as many ways to dream

      As there are people, it may seem

      Sleeping dreams

      Waking dreams

      Flying dreams

      Underwater dreams

      Falling dreams

      Running dreams

      Recurring dreams

      Nightmarish dreams

      Inventive dreams

      Inspired dreams

      Using alpha, beta, gamma,

      Theta and delta brain waves

      You can travel to almost any place—

      You can dream that you’re lighter than air,

      You can be here, but also there…

      You can go to deep space or deep within,

      You can even wear a different skin

      Dreams allow us to go between,

      To see what is not usually seen,

      Dreams invite us to go beyond…

      Gently dissolving every bond

      The language of dreams

      can be symbolic,

      Silent, muddled, or symphonic,

      Colorful, or in black and white,

      Dreams are quick as a flash—

      Or can take all night

      But the best dreams of all

      Are those of Love,

      They transport your soul far above

      and beyond your earthly self,

      To a place where nothing else

      Separates you from the Whole…

      That’s the place that we call Home

      Always listen to your dreams,

      Maria B.

      I would like to thank my family and friends for their inspiration, encouragement, and interest in my poems. I appreciate all of you.

      Sunstruck

      I was exploring a canyon

      or maybe it was a crater

      It was hot, dry, and rocky…

      Sun wouldn’t set until later

      I came up to an edge

      where it was steep below

      I was so scared of falling

      that all I know

      Is I grabbed onto a rock

      —the Sun was in my eyes—

      I couldn’t move a muscle

      I was petrified

      My eyelids clamped shut

      and my ears heard no sound

      I couldn’t move forward or back up

      I was stuck to the ground

      I could see orange through my eyelids

      but it was just too bright!

      Dull fear soon grew

      into full-fledged fright

      I could turn my head, but

      I couldn’t seem to get away

      From the piercing, fierce glare

      of the Sun’s powerful rays

      I took some comfort in the rock

      that I desperately clung onto

      But I couldn’t stay this way long

      even if I’d wanted to

      Would something sneak up on me

      and push me over and down?

      Would I be able to scream

      as I fell to the ground?

      So, this is how fear tastes…

      how it grabs you in the gut

      And won’t let you move—

      or even stand up

      Frozen with fear,

      immovable and stuck,

      I couldn’t believe

      I’d become a rock

      I couldn’t cover my eyes

      to shade the Sun’s rays

      Because my hands wouldn’t move

      —so I started to pray

      "Help! If this is a dream,

      please wake me up now—

      I’m stuck out here on this edge

      and I don’t know how

      To loosen my fingers

      or open my eyes,

      I can’t hear a thing—"

      and then to my surprise

      A very small voice,

      inside or outside my head,

      Laughed at my overblown

      sense of dread:

      "If you don’t like it here,

      think of another place—

      Where there is no fear,

      in other time and space—

      "Go there in your mind

      and your body will follow,

      Be in more than one place

      —you’ll see it’s allowed"

      "Be in two places at once?

      You’ve got

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