The present doesn’t go with last night’s dream.
My future rolls her eyes. Those older books
Stare at me with their hostile, angry looks
Suggesting that I’d not know what they mean.
My dragons are far kinder than they seem.
We drink fresh water from the ancient brooks.
We catch our fish with only magic hooks
And what we eat becomes our sacred theme.
It’s not that I have nothing to confess.
It’s only what I’ve done is far too small
To bother you with details should I sin.
I’m sure the bed you’ve made looks like a mess.
I’m sure you also felt that you would fall,
But here we are. And look! The morning’s in.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the art of confession.

I like the personification in the opening lines, Frank. The last stanza is so beautifully honest and it’s true for many of us.
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Thank you, Kim!
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Like this …. we all have those little sins (mostly omissions), and maybe a messy bed is all right in the big picture.
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A messy bed it a small thing to be concerned about. I should make mine occasionally. Thank you, Bjorn!
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That last stanza left me breathless! ❤️
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I am glad you liked that stanza. Thank you, Sanaa!
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So many great lines here, especially this one: “My dragons are far kinder than they seem.” We all have sins to confess, but being too hard on ourselves doesn’t help us become better people.
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Good point. Forgiveness is best even for ourselves. Thank you, Magarisa!
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This is an exceptional poem, Frank–one of your best. Love of self is useless without forgiveness of self as well. Loved me your dragons.
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I am glad you liked those dragons. Thank you, Glenn!
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And what a beautiful morning it is, in sonnet form too. Love the magic of the dragons and fish in the second stanza.
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I couldn’t think of anything interesting to confess and so I am glad those dragons and fish worked. Thank you, Grace!
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We all end up in the present moment – it’s all we have.
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It is all we have and need. Thank you, V.J.!
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So welcome.
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Ah, the confession of having little to confess – brilliant! Appreciate the photos, as well. The bottom one tells me that you are avoiding the winter storms.
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We are in Florida and we actually bought an inexpensive condo in Miami Beach (Normandy Island) which is where my wife wants to live. I’m brushing up on what little Spanish I know. Thank you, Jilly!
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Bien! Glad to hear it!
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what i take from your poem is that none of us is worthy of it, but when it’s there, against all reason, against all common sense, it is glorious. I like the way you put this together.
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That is a good interpretation of the poem. Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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You have the idyllic life Frank! I loved the middle stanza of dragons, books, and magic hooks! And eating is a joy for sure! Well done!
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Life is idyllic, more amazing than living with dragons. Thank you, Dwight!
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I really like how you explored this theme — not elaborately confessing is a kind of confession too, for it suggests a certain perspective and outlooks towards the life that one has lived. The last stanza made me smile. An evocative verse, Frank! 🙂
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This is HA. Somehow it’s showcasing my profile as anonymous.
Thanks for participating, Frank. 🙂
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Thank you for the prompt, Anmol!
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I am glad you liked this, Anmol!
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Enjoyed the read, and brother I envy thr smallness og your confession fodder I have so much, so raw, so dark that I didn’t know where to begin… and I feared if I opened my mouth I would be asked to leave to community…
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I suppose mine is bigger than I’ve made it out to be, but then it is all about forgiveness in the end, not the confession. Once the forgiveness happens one’s perspective on the world changes. Thank you, Rob!
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I wasn’t making light of your problems in life Frank. I was writing on a bit of an insulin crash when I was making my first round of comments, and being a bit unfocused.
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No problem. You were right that I didn’t really write anything confessional as the prompt requested. I hope any insulin issues you have are resolved.
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You always bring it back to forgiveness, don’t you Frank. 🙂. I am learning from you, can be perhaps the critical mantra
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That is thanks to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. If it weren’t for her posts and challenges I wonder if the idea of forgiveness would be so prominent. I am grateful for those posts. I prefer the mantra to be about forgiveness.
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A beautiful poem Frank. And that last stanza was breathtaking.
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you, Linda!
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Love this!!! And there is hope in every morning!
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Thank you, Mary!
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❤ ❤ ❤ !!!
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Thank you, Marian!
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Very interesting and loved the floating rhyme.
But I am going to have to read it again to see if I can find any plain, clear confession. So here goes.
1st stanza — hmmm, you haven’t read books or fogot?
2nd stanza — don’t know what the dragons are or how this matches the first and the title of your poem does not help.
3rd stanza — Oh, no confession? “should I sin”? future, or typo and “should I have sinned”?
So is your poem saying, “hey, confessional poems are silly for the most of us, we do pretty good and we just need to carry on?”
Reading comments, I heard people love lines and such, but didn’t hear if they got your point.
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There are no typical confessions here as you as you note. I see no need to set myself up to get in trouble. Of course hanging around dragons might get me in trouble and be a kind of confession.
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You can always make me smile, Frank. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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I love the sense of renewal here.
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Thank you, Nora!
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The thoughts you have expresses and examined here, Frank, are fascinating.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Nice little sonnet you’ve written here. Well done.
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Thank you!
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“Morning is Broken”
“Black Bird has Spoken”
i STaRted This With “Reasons”
by Earth Wind And Fire Traveled
Through the “Stair Way to Heaven”
in Reverse too…
So
Now
i Will
Begin it
ALL AGAiN WitH LoVE..:)
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I like that Cat Stevens song. Thank you, Fred, for the reminder of it.
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Me too..!!..:)
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Me three!
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Thank You..!!..:)
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If you play it backwards it sounds like Elvis singing a mighty fortress is our God… or at least that’s the word on the street 🤔😉
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Hi Lona.. SMiLes as Neuroscience Shows We all basically now Hallucinate the now
Of our Reality based
On our Subconscious
Experiences of the
Past which also
Explains Fox
And Trump
News
Hehe
Yes in deed
Stairway to
Hell or Heaven
Be very Careful
What We Empty
Into our Heads as
i Do mY Best to
Eat and Drink
Fearless and
UnCon
Ditional
Love like
A Human
Jesus instead of
A Myth that Hates
Or Fails to invite
Transgender Folks
Into the potential
Of Both Heaven now
And Matrimony with
Who they love at Church and until
That test is passed
At Catholic Church
Jesus Will Never
Live in there until
Then but what
Authority do
i have to
Dance
And
Sing This
But The GreaTesT
Star Wars Peace oF
Love Other Wise
Spelled With
3 Letters
Instead
Of 4 Hope
You Enjoyed
Church my
Grandfather
Was A Famous
Irish
Catholic
X-Priest
Who
Dined With
Einstein And
My Mama said
i was Special even
Though the Kids
Tortured me in
School
Telling
Me
I Didn’t
Deserve to
Exist because
i Looked Like An
Ugly Weak Girl as A Boy
But i Was determined
To Love my
Favorite Pleasure
Women and i Finally
Excel as a Chivalrous
White Night innocently
Of Course
Enough
To Be
Approved
By my
Wife this is
Rather Tangent
Hope you Don’t mind
But Poetry is the
Cheapest
Psychotherapist
Always on Duty
Hehe
In
This
Metro
Area With
Unconditional
Fearless Love
My FriEnd With
SMiLes Happy Sun
Day She Wolf Super
Full Moon Lunar
Eclipse
Those
Kids
Didn’t
Recognize
Me But they
‘Hear’ my Howl
Of Dance all over
the City for what
They say sounds
Like a Ninja
Most
Every
Night as i
Am more
Than a Story….
They have
Yet
To
Truly
See or Hear..;)
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You are a superb poet my dear KMF 🙂 I feel the dance and the howl
In your words.
And your love
Of lives.
My church is ok
With me being transgender
Just not with me
BEING transgender
But still I hope
It is my middle name
And as I shift over
Years and memory
I still feel
Grace is big
eNuff fore it all
if the structure
cannot hold me
I feel that
Heavenly Mother
and Father still dew
softly distilling.
Thank you FRiEnD
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Love Wins
First and Last
Breath Last
And
First
BLiNK
Dear FriEnd..:)
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And morning comes again. This is a loving, honest poem, Frank. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Sara!
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I once heard a story of a priest who was asked what it was like hearing confessions from nuns, he said it is like being stoned to death with teeney tiny itsy bitstream pebbles. 🙂
I link the turning Volta, turning from staying up all night to contemplate and share, and then , Whoa! Look at the time, gotta go!
Made me smile
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Thank you, Lona! I like that thought of being stoned to death all those tiny sins. 🙂
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A sheer delight!
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Thank you!
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