Hard Truth

I cannot sleep
but thoughts
of you nibble
into my soul.
Every night
you are there
in my dreams.

Where shall
we go tonight
my love? Another
flight of pure fancy.

Yet again I wake
to the hard truth;
you are no longer

Benita H. Kape (c) 8.2.2022

Tonight for d/Verse https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/07/quadrille-145/. We are given the word nibble to make a quadrille: a 44 word poem.


Dreams 14.4.2018 – NaPoWriMo 2018

Dreams Paradigm


The anguish and the impossibility

That ever, a ballerina, I would be.


The dreams were sweet and full of harmony

That by them, in some way, I would startlingly


Dance on from these dreams to the true theatre, celebrity:

Save myself from a mindless and wretched insanity.


The unreal dreaming of a pubescent girl at play.

Who, even in dreams, failed the arabesque and saute.


Such dreams faded. They’d had their place.

Other dreams came, often lacking dignity and grace.


And in quite unbelievable dreams there were seagulls

And water, and rowboat and sharks and skulls.


I longed for dreams that were a total breakaway

Inanimate as a table; a table I was about to lay –


And there as before, unbelievable. But this time,

Dreams sweet with confidence; dreams paradigm.


Benita Kape © 14.4.2018


And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Dream dictionaries have been around as long as people have had dreams. Interestingly, if you consult a few of them, they nearly always tend to have totally different things to say about specific objects or symbols. Dreams, unlike words themselves, don’t seem to be nicely definable! At any rate, today’s prompt is to write entries for an imaginary dream dictionary. Pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things:




Ballet slipper


Wobbly table





Windblown petals 1

Forking In


I bend and pull

and having cleared

a small area

begin to turn the soil

when, but a short

way into the digging,

the need to stand,

to  draw

a deep breath.


And on I go;

something calls

to be planted, to grow.

I see beans and lettuce

(and I must check

on that. Are they

companion plants?

I’ve forgotten).


But not for a day

or two, the planting

and sowing of seeds.

The soil is soggy.


will sweeten it.

And then too I add

more fertilizers. Quietly

pleased with today’s toil.

I’ll fork in the sweetners

after breakfast on the morrow.


I wheel the barrow away,

under the cherry tree

shedding her petals

smiling tender leaf buds

into a vivid season;

tuck tools into the shed

and as I step indoors

for my evening meal

a gentle rain shower

followed by

the deluge of dreams

and is the minds’

nightly forking in

of a day’s hard work.


Benita H. Kape © 4.10.2017