Only in My Dreams
written by: Diane Leopard
@dianeleopard
We walk together hand in hand
Through fragrant woods
Where bluebells stand,
Where dappled light shines through the trees
and dances all around.
Reflecting on our yesterdays
Dreaming of tomorrow,
We talk and laugh, whilst
nature’s blanket keeps us close
free from harm and sorrow.
As morning birds start to sing
I turn to see your face, but find
an empty pillow lying in your place.
Now all’s no longer as it seemed
For I can only hold your hand
When you’re the dream I dreamed.
In March 2018 aged 55 I wrote my first ever poem. I remember the day very clearly. I had recently had my 5 year post breast cancer treatment review, all had gone well and emotions were very powerful at that time. I found myself reflecting on the previous 5 years and words just seemed to flow naturally. Since then I have had several other poems published and in July 2021 I was absolutely thrilled when I was awarded Publication of the Month at Spillwords. Poetry and photography have both been very therapeutic and healing for me; I found a creativity within me that I didn't realise even existed. I now present some of my poetry alongside a series of non-clinical photographs called 'Focus on Emotions' to help people understand the emotional impact of a cancer diagnosis. I am also an award winning complementary therapist, keen photographer and write as a guest blogger. I live in Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England - home of the pottery industry and affectionately known as 'The Potteries'. I enjoy spending time with my husband and family and when possible we love to get away in our motorhome. My hobbies include writing poetry, photography, the theatre, orchestral concerts and cycling. My poetry is influenced by personal experience but written in a style that I hope others can connect with.
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