The hunt begins
for resources
wilting willpower
forgotten friends
tricky time
money stashed away
for a rainy day
I’m drawn to
paths less travelled
which were forsaken
long ago
in quest of
something known
but never found
Yes, it rained dreams
on me
yesterday
Reena Saxena 
A downpourng of dreams sounds wonderful as long as we let them soak in and try to live them.
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‘Soak in’ is the right term. One cannot act in that direction, unless the dream is a part of you.
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Great quadrille. A lot of truth in this piece. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much!
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I like the wistful tone of your poem!
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Thank you, Jo!
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I like the description of the quest for “something known
but never found”.
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It meant ‘familiar paths for success’, but poetry formats have their limitations.
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Never give up on your dreams!
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Exactly!
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I wonder if dreams can ever be caught?.—
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Try it out 🙂
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Your Quadrille is wistful, Reena, especially the final stanza. I like the way the poem progresses from the ‘money stashed away / for a rainy day’ through ‘paths less travelled’ to the raining dreams.
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thanks a lot, kim! dreams can bring about a change in perspective.
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