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MrHat
Junior Member

since 2000-04-15

Posts 34
Gilroy, Ca

0 posted 2000-04-27 02:02 AM

AT PEACE IN SLEEP
BY Brad Boggs

Her Sweet head lay on her pillow
Outside creeks a tree; a willow

She dreams of things
So beautiful
So full of wonder
That when she dreams
She is at peace within her soul

All tucked in her nice warm bed
Where every night she rests her head
She sleeps
She wakes
She sleeps again
She sleeps
She wakes
She DREAMS again

She dreams
Of dancing flowers in a field
Of an afternoon drive in an automobile
With the top down
And the wind in her hair
Once again
She is at peace, in sleep

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son of man
Member

since 2000-04-25

Posts 125

1 posted 2000-04-27 03:14 AM

very interesting poem. well written and simply stated, this poem is worthy of a high school literature book. perhaps i could try this style...
good work

MrHat
Junior Member

since 2000-04-15

Posts 34
Gilroy, Ca

2 posted 2000-04-27 05:21 PM

Thanx. I wish it were done it time for the deadline of the art/lit magazine at my school. The deadline was a while ago though. Thanx for your comment. I appreciate it.

"DO NO GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men and their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught the sun in flight,
And learn too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Daysleeper
Member

since 2000-04-23

Posts 119

3 posted 2000-04-27 09:30 PM

Brad-

Very nice poetry... It's got a wonderful flow to it; one that makes me invision breezes, blowing grass, or billowing curtains. I just love it.

* * *

She sleeps
She wakes
She sleeps again
She sleeps
She wakes
She DREAMS again

* * *

This lilting feel is just gorgeous. It's also interesting that you have her waking before she dreams. Maybe you only put it as such in the interest of meter, but in any case I find it gives the poem a whole different level to explore. This is a great bit of poetry. It was a pleasure to read.

...Daysleeper...

"Presently I've had enough of all your sanity." -James Kavanaugh

Alwye

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since 1999-06-16

Posts 3850
In the space between moments

4 posted 2000-04-27 10:47 PM

Beautiful, this indeed possesses a light, drifting, peaceful quality. Keep up the wonderful work!

*Krista Knutson*

"Lonliness is the human condition."
*Mark Twain, in the book "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn"*

4eva_at_heart
Member

since 2000-02-12

Posts 238

5 posted 2000-04-28 07:42 AM

this is beautiful!
i love it!!
gorgeous being the keyword here

great work!
i can't comment on this...it's just....blew me away

if you haven't realised yet....i love it!

Bec

i never thought i'd die alone, i laughed the loudest who'd have known?
i traced the cord back to the wall, no wonder it was never plugged in at all
i took my time, i hurried up
the choice was mine i didn't think enough
I'm too depressed to go on, you'll be sorry when i'm gone
I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when i still felt alive, we couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over i'd survived
I couldn't wait till i got home, to pass the time in my room alone
I never thought i'd die alone, another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to my friends, you'll never set foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time i spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall, please tell mum this is not her fault
I never conquered, rarely came
But tomorrow holds such better days
Days when i can still feel alive, when i can't wait to get outside
The world was wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, i've survived
I can't wait till i get home, to pass the time in my room alone

'Adam's Song'
Blink 182

MrHat
Junior Member

since 2000-04-15

Posts 34
Gilroy, Ca

6 posted 2000-04-29 05:01 PM

AS far as the dreams part after she wakes, it was meant to be in place of sleep. In any case, Thanks much! Im glad you like it!

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