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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Dreamer's Eye Should I extend my vision across the cirrus sky? A fossil of Forever caught within a dreamer’s eye. Might some think it derision, in lieu of such a scene? (Or just strange alchemy of thought to flounder in-between A wheel chair and rocking chair); when nowhere else on earth Can I see clearly all what Time’s given measure is worth. No, looking down to palms laid bare, I’ll beg a martyr’s pass; To, by some Piper’s heedless rhymes, take leave for greener grass. In sudden admiration, perhaps in sudden fear, As darkness calls in monotone, I wipe a silent tear -- Merely an inclination, I let the vision fade; Leaving my thoughts to die alone, somewhere amidst the glade. The pattern never-ending, the punch-line never sprung; I know my never-never land gave way while I was young. A forest, ever rending shadows never to be crossed, By blood, I just don’t understand, how so much there was lost. As once a child, so to speak, when dreams weren’t priced so cheap; I held a million wondrous things, all to the shrine of Sleep… Imagination free to seek, set my sights to the sun; In graceful flight, on silver wings, let my vanity run. Speaking my mind for thought was truth; therefore golden, I thought, I soon came crashing to the ground Reality had wrought... Where by all principles of youth I clung to deep inside, She forged the chains that bound me to a prison I called Pride. I woke to find a startled face the face of my recourse, For Peace was just a concept bred on the grounds of remorse. And religion proffers no grace in Misery’s domain, Where hope for the hopeless is bled and given to disdain. A face I saw but once before, upon an empty shell. That lifeless gloss ‘cross eyes I knew had seen their share of hell. A Vet of the Vietnam war, he’d lost all will to live, Came back to the Red White and Blue with nothing left to give. And so I started my own war, ineptitude the charge. I needed vindication from the enemies at large. A note that chills me to the core, my flag held to the sky, With bloodied hands I beat the drum but never once asked, “why?” Passion become the principle, and pain a way of life, I gave my soul to Misery; I loved her as a wife. I thought myself invincible, took comfort in her cold. ‘Twas there I bought my destiny, the rest of me I sold. How it happened I’m not sure; still, the mirror never lies. I’m not sure how I came to be the man behind those eyes. Holding the heart but not the will, it’s only now I see: The man I was forsook me for a man I’ll never be. Pearls of wisdom deeply marked in lines upon the head, I stare at the ceiling awake, each night within my bed. This graceless journey I’ve embarked upon nearing its end; I feel with withered hands that shake, and know these wounds won’t mend. But feed this hollow soul its boon, another heedless rhyme… ‘Bout how in giving all I had, I gave up all, in time. Come to the chorus way to soon, I still can’t peel the scars, Or walk to the window unclad, to face the gleaming stars; If but through vision, bleak and bland, to stir a witless heart That otherwise might never chance the passion to depart -- To, if by Fate, or polished hand, revere the cirrus sky, Should morning come to share a dance lost to this dreamer’s eye. Michael Anderson |
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Starmcneil 1955 Member Posts 174 Alberta, Canada |
Ahhh...but you do not see your true reflection...the truth is in what you did for others you did not even know...I do not know if this poem reflects your life but I do know we do the best with what we have and are blessed according to our acts that have helped or effected others in a positive way...I know also that your words have a deep effect on me so much so that tears filled my eyes and heart for your pain...as I have read other poems by you I have felt the Dreamer's Eye come open with hope and beauty...for sharing such pain in such talented words I thank you, very much...don't ever give up on your dreams...maybe not to be fulfilled in this life but His will gives perfect love |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Michael...All I can say is WOW. My heart and mind is numb. I do feel this has a personal connection to someone in your life, but if I am wrong please accept my apology. I was starting to work on one about dreams and the dream world and how mysterious it is. Maybe later after I gather my thoughts after reading this tribute...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
So Compelling, just makes one want to weep at that "cirrus sky"...which is a Beautiful visual btw. Fine piece Michael Sky~ |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
“I thought myself invincible, took comfort in her cold. ‘Twas there I bought my destiny, the rest of me I sold.” Amazing writing Michael, it is wonderful to read your words here. The depth and pain you capture throughout are so intimate and deeply personal, and yet seem to speak to me as if this is part of my own past. Beautifully written. Best wishes, /Kit |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Karen, your reply has me at a loss for words. That is no easy accomplishment I assure you. “but you do not see your true reflection...the truth is in what you did for others you did not even know” I just hope you realize this works both ways. I have found much inspiration in the messages you’ve shared with us here, both in poetry and in replies…I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Michael |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Paul, I was glad to see you finished your poem on dreams, and for the chance to read it. You have no need for apologizing for sharing how you interpret something, ever. Even if doing so has become a concept that’s not readily accepted today, they have not managed to make the entire Constitution defunct yet. Wow…think you may have brushed on a trigger point with me.  Anyhow, never stop speaking your mind verbally, nor expressing your heart poetically.Michael Michael |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Sky~ I discovered cirrus clouds when I was maybe 7 or 8. They are so different from other clouds and I never knew why till I finally asked the right person, and was even more drawn to them in finding out they are actually ice crystals. You can imagine how hard it might be for a young child to process floating ice crystals, I thought it had to be magic. I never lost that fascination; I still see them as magical in their own way, as God’s ice portraits. There are not many days here where I live we actually get to see cirrus clouds, so you can’t literally measure the passing of time in their appearances and know a huge chunk of your life has passed, but they always remind me to keep looking up. Of all the things that may have touched me on this earth, these certainly feel the most permanent. I bet you get these in abundance where you live though? Michael |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Kit, so happy to see you here. This was deeply personal indeed, but to have the reader feel and connect with the emotion behind the words in their own way, where it personally touches them, is what being a poet is all about to me, and the truest of compliments to be hoped for. Your reply does me honor. Thank you. Michael |
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