The Council of Impractical Dreams
Poetry on Following One's Dreams
This poem is for Ellie Hoov's Wonderland Challenge (Whimsical) and Vocal's I Didn't Say that Out Loud Challenge
Chase the dreams you dare not speak of out loud. Michelle Liew
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There's a place in my heart, in a corner so small,
Where the beats are fast, and ideas are tall
A council exists, though hardly invoked
Where dreams are filed and ideas are stoked.
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Its head, made of china, Mr McTea,
Types notes on bread and six-year-old cheese
He stamps every wish with a raspberry seal.
Then tosses out those that fail to appeal
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Mr McTea has with him a Cheshire Cat
With a grin that disarms and a tall, magic hat
His hat recites the bold thoughts that many misplace
Then shines on the ones that should be embraced
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So when your mind is rife with the seeds of doubt
And the words of the world are way too loud
Just whisper the truths that you dare not reveal
McTea will find them. He knows how you feel.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Whoa this made me smile and want to whisper my own hidden dreams. Now Iām looking for my own raspberry seal and a magic hat to approve my ideas! š
Oooo, I wanna go hang out with Mr McTea and his Cheshire cat! Loved your poem
Aw, thanks for the visit to wonderland, Michelle <3
Loved this, Thanks for the trip back to Wonderland,
This is great motivation. Thank you