I keep my Dreams

[billy]

I keep my dreams
Like platoons
Of pebbles
Massed at
The side of
A park riverbed.
Many small buttons
Of oval stone-
Easy enough
To tote home
In your jacket pocket,
Or send away,
Skipping downstream
And sinking
To the bottom
Of some black bay.

Many men may…
Favor mountains;
Should dreams be
As grand as they?
A hulking golem
Of stationary ground
With land too large-
To toss around.

i've been in and out of this poem a few times today.
the concept of pebbles being dreams, problems ideas, etc, is a bit cliche for me. i've seen boulders turned into pebbles and pebbles skimmed across the water and of course kept in pockets.

the simile in the second line stops me going with the nature side of the poem. and so i struggle to lose the cliche.

the last stanza feels a bit like an add on and too cheesy. that said.

i see two similes and a golem. beside that it's mainly filled with tell and filler.

that said i don't think it would take much to turn it around.
as always larry, thanks for the read.