Minutes trickle
tick-tock-prickle
heart beats
searching
passport,
suitcase,
toothpaste,
tickets,
haste, but
stuck in thickets.
syruped
rushing
seconds gushing
searching gates
way too late
travel nowhere
chewing pillow
screaming
dreaming
Abstract Speed + sound by Giacomo Balla
Shay wants us to write about a dream or dreaming at toads. My dreams are often about being too late running too slow.
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August 19, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I hate those dreams where no matter how fast you run you can never get anywhere.
Marvelous!
luv it, the word play is excellente!!! fun write though a harrowing dream
much love…
I really like the way you presented your poem – I felt the need for haste in the reading… thankfully this was one scenario you could wake up from.
The Late Dream well penned.
Oh my…Sounds like the rabbit in Alice In Wonderland…I’m late I’m late for a very important date. It is scary to know you must be somewhere, but you never arrive.
Mine often involve me driving a van, out of control. I can’t see… So I probably shouldn’t be driving much of anything. :d
got to love that running underwater feeling in dreams.
This piece perfectly presents the frustration of being late and missing things. Good writing, Bjorn. 🙂 — Suzanne
I really like the rhythm and rhyme of this poem, which gives it the urgency of a dream. A modern-day white rabbit!
Well written, capturing those dreams that make one wake in a cold sweat. Like that it also relates to reality so well. An enjoyable poem
Perfect encapsulation of that dream feeling of suspension. I have many traveling dreams, usually involving the buses of a city I haven’t lived in for 30 years…great internal rhyme here, too.
I liked reading about this little nightmare, Bjorn. Isn’t it a common theme that the things that worry a bit in the daytime become ‘gargantuous’ in those worried type dreams.
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This is interesting, Perhaps, your dreams are telling you to slow down o-o-r-r-r-r perhaps, your dreams express your desire to not keep others waiting o-o-r-r-r-r …the stuff of dreams – always a bit of a puzzle. You did a great job of building the urgency in this one, I thought,
Yes, Bjorn, I have known more than one person who always seems to dream of rushing, missing — these “stress” dreams where one may wake in a panic, sweaty and searching for the clock. Your poem read quick like the dream, I could feel the fast tempo of it — Thanks for sharing.