Poem: Where Dreams Grow by Mark Tulin

Where Dreams Grow 

I should be grateful,
I have a place to go each day 
It’s an office where I work 
with a cup of coffee at my desk,
and a swivel chair where I sit
for hours in front of a screen,
while my mind drifts and races
to strange and romantic destinations

I go to foreign lands on my break,
and make sure the blinds are closed--
I sail where dreams grow like flowers

I wish I had the courage
to follow the path of most resistance,
to acknowledge my intuition,
to spend days enjoying my time
without the need for a stimulant
or a nine-to-five job to keep me in check
I wish I could change 
the course of my direction.

This poem first published in, In Parentheses.

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

2 comments on “Poem: Where Dreams Grow by Mark Tulin

  1. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    DO NOT MISS READING THIS from Mark!!!!!

  2. Uh-huh, I think I know a few who may agree with this poem.

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