Another Dream by Stan Phillips Do you recall those dawdling days of early long summer holidays that stretched out as if they would never end? Sunbaked and lazy they walked hand in hand with us along the seashores of early August. I do. I remember them. And, if I listen very carefully, I can hear the echo of those days, faint, like the soft tintinabulations of the creation of time itself. Soft breezes that shift the the ripening corn of the child stepping gingerly into life. All of my springtimes trembling on the brink in those long and indolent days, with nothing to do but watch those hours move slowly into lost yesterdays. Do you recall yours? Those dream flowering holidays of butterflies and bumblebees and candyfloss that swashbuckled off into the fabric of history? Do you? 'Cos I think I remember mine. Or just maybe, as I sit with early autumn stepping over the threshold of my world, might it all be just another dream? Stan Phillips 2020 ©
Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 45 -
