Tiger (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
When I was a child
I dreamed I was a tiger
Roaring in my backyard
As though in Africa
As a teen I yearned for music
To be dancing with the stars
In a Hollywoodian moment
Within America
In my mid years came strategy
Of an office politics queen
Making deals within contention
And ascending from the start
Till my latter years, a poet
Loving wordplay and its charm
Finally I am a voyager
To the homeplace of my heart
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
I like you as a poet…..You, Hollywoodian….not so much. =)
LOL, yes, Hollywood and me, not a natural combination. Not that I would have made a good tiger either..there’s that issue of being/having a completely different species/anatomy!! 🙂
Bet you would have a really cute roar though!! C’mon admit it!!
LOL!!! 🙂
When I was a kid I used to dream about Daleks. Still do sometimes.
Did you dream you were a dalek, or about daleks? 🙂
No, usually they were chasing me. Nowadays I’m chasing them with a big mallet. There’s probably something Freudian in it somewhere, but I’m damned if I can figure out what.
I love the image you chose to go with this! Very just.
Thanks so much my friend!! 🙂 🙂
You found your way back to what you really desired, which is amazing. I am glad to have come across your website and read your beautiful creations. 🙂
And ditto to you my friend – wordpress is fantastic as a way to meet kindred spirits!! 🙂 🙂
It is indeed.. 🙂
Omg this is my life too
Cool, thanks for the comment!!! 🙂 🙂