in the hills
above my head
they are pumping dreams
drawing them
up
from deep reservoirs
and resting places
where they have waited
a long time
patiently
for their dreamer
in the hills above my head
the pumps
are filling pipes
with ready dreams
the tankers
bloating up
slowly
while their drivers
stay alert
no sleeping
they are
wide awake
wired awake
as the pumps
draw dreams
push dreams
squeeze dreams
fill the tanker trucks
with deep and ready
dreams
on the road
outside my bedroom
the tankers drive
filled to their capacity
with dreams
that once filled reservoirs
and waited
for their dreamers
they are bound
for the city
where a dollar
buys a little imagery
they are bound there
to be dreamt
for a few cents
per glimmer
a few cents
per vision
for a few cents
that is all
and dreamed
once
so cheaply
they are gone
© Frank Prem, 2017
December 2017 Poem #22 no sheriff day
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Frank Prem Poetry 
Have you seen Blade Runner 2049? I really liked it and thought it was a tremendously well made film. There is an interesting and thought provoking part in the film about dreams and dreams that are artificially implanted into the minds of the robot/androids. Your poem reminded me of that.
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Haven’t seen either Blade Runner, Anne. Should see both.
I’m a little agitated about water mining that is happening where I don’t think it should be.
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Water in Australia is like gold! We have a lot of water here in Canada and we are not looking after it . We allow companies like Nestle to take millions of gallons and unlike gas or oil they pay no royalties. Other places the water is polluted. So Canada will not be clean water rich before long. So i would share your concerns about water mining especially in a country where there is a scarcity of surface water.
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It’s a rubbish proposition, Anne.
One of today’s poems was from listening to an interview with the owner justifying himself. Almost makes sense, and yet … not to me.
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So I wasn’t thinking about water at all, just the dreams. I like the idea of them being independent of the dreamer, living, waiting, being sold off, a commodity. And I have questions about those deep reservoirs, but maybe I’ll dream some answers. 😃 A thought provoking piece, Frank.
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I saw it as an ok metaphor – felt very like for like when writing.
Cheers, Steve.
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Yep, it works well. 👍
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M childhood bedroom backed onto a bus railway. This reminded me of the nights when track maintenance was being undertaken.
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That’s grand Derrick. I love it when a piece turns out to be evocative of a memory r experience. Thanks for sharing that.
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That is a good> I feel the same
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Will do GC. Cheers.
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