Dream Caught Her


Dreams dreams catching my on their barbed promises.

Eviscerated on my own dreams and their sharp edges.

Mind opened through my dreams, awoken to fog.

Dreamcatcher catches bad dreams, then why am I here?

Caught in the middle, tangled up, wondering how and why.

Dreams catching me, leaving me open and bare.

Naked from the inside out, nothing to hide, to the bone.

Waking dreams, sleeping dreams, wished shadows of dreams.

Dancing through the dreams, caught in the catcher.

Hung and left there to die. Left there to dream an escape.


For the Sunday mini-challenge on With Real Toads.



  1. November 27, 2012 at 10:47 am

    The repetition of the word dream gives the sense of being caught up with no escape. I thought the last sentence ended off the whole poem very well.

  2. ManicDdaily said,

    November 27, 2012 at 11:38 am

    Great close especially. K.

  3. Grace said,

    November 27, 2012 at 1:33 pm

    You have captured the despair of being caught up in the dream and hung up to die ~ Great to see you ~

  4. Margaret said,

    November 27, 2012 at 3:48 pm

    This reads as a “nightmare” kind of crawls along, one image to another. It just add a little fog to the image you created and it is perfect 🙂

  5. November 27, 2012 at 4:57 pm

    Ooo…we do have twins!! I like that you delve into the realm of dreams more deeply with your piece…excellent, Shanyn!!

  6. Ella said,

    November 27, 2012 at 7:51 pm

    I love the ideas of naked and tangled! So revealing and raw…
    Well done

  7. November 27, 2012 at 10:36 pm

    This is chilling and hauntingly beautiful. Great write!

  8. brian miller said,

    November 28, 2012 at 11:48 am

    interesting twist on the dream catcher…to catch bad dreams but its caught you….and even then left to dream your own escape….ha…some interesting twists in this one ma’am

  9. Sabio Lantz said,

    November 28, 2012 at 12:54 pm

    Great photo. Very fun poem — making dream catchers far less romantic. Loved it.

    Just a thought:
    ?”catching my on their” is that a typo?
    catching my mind on? catching my heart on? ….

  10. Daydreamer said,

    November 28, 2012 at 1:45 pm

    Sad, haunting, and real. Great write!

  11. November 28, 2012 at 4:39 pm

    Not the kind of dreams I enjoy having at all. Very much like a nightmare. Phew!

  12. November 28, 2012 at 7:08 pm

    The poetic devices such as repetition, along with the image drag us into that dream dimension and make the reader want to escape. Well done.

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