“dream bin”

Written for:  The Twiglets #280 - dream bin

I bin all over the world
searching for my dream.

The bin was not large
enough to hold
all my nightmares.

a simple dream–
to know once more the beauty
of my country

                  A woman possessed a dream bin
                 she would not let anyone see in.
                    One day it went missing
                     and though depressing
           she laughed. Only nightmares dwelt within.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to “dream bin”

  1. Misky says:

    Fabulous limerick!


  2. poetrybydebi says:

    That first one made me chuckle.


  3. Jules says:

    All fun reads… Some folks will take anything before knowing what is there.
    I read an article about a porch thief who was caught on a doorbell camera. The woman posted – and the thief because of a unique shirt, was shamed; lost their job and then returned the packages with a note of appology. Why take such risks. And then aquire living nightmares?


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