Open Poetry #5 |
Dreaming Again |
PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
I woke this morning to birds Speaking my name In a mood I can’t quite describe Yet borders on shame All there was and All there will ever be In the most peaceful quiet These things come to me: Light slowly creeping Birds softly speaking My name, over and over Like a repetitive chant My mind plays tricks Like some twisted sycophant Out of the darkness peers The solar eye Parting the gloom Of the night-time sky From its sight there Is no escape For its sacrifice there’s No time to waste What a picture painted Here in my private world At peace with myself And holding on to that girl Wishing to never end Must be dreaming again |
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Nate Dogg Senior Member
since 1999-11-15
Posts 1658Georgia, Fulton |
Lovely poem, JML. Nathan |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Dreams can usually keep us going 'till reality catches up!! Lovely poem! Denise |
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Dolphins3 Member
since 1999-09-30
Posts 135Wisconsin |
JML, Great poem. I love to dream and wish I could stay in them some days. But the sun always comes up and I have to wake up. |
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