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Work, Sleep, Dream

Poetry (…Kind of. IDK.)

Cee R.
Apr 23, 2024
Person sitting on a hillside with a stream of light around them.
Photo by Илья Мельниченко on Unsplash

Each. Time.

One.
Two.
Three.

Each. Time.

Work, sleep, dream.

Dream.
Dream.
Dream.

(Can we?
Can we dream?)

Work.
Sleep.
Dream.

(Can we dream?
Do we dream?
Can we —
Do we —
dream?

Is there any room to
reach up
into
the sky
and bring
down
the stars?)

Prompt from the creative Dr. Casey Lawrence:

Write a story inspired by the following:

Concept — Consistency
Twosome — Ritual and Disruption

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Shakes digital tip jar

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Cee R.
Cee R.

Written by Cee R.

Writer, poet, (book) blogger @ dorareads.co.uk , Queer, weird, & a tad peculiar. Bookish rebel. Welsh as a tractor on the M4. Buy me a coffee @ ko-fi.com/ceearr

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