Open Poetry #30 |
wrestling with crocodiles |
misanthropology Junior Member
since 2004-01-02
Posts 17 |
Last night I dreamt that I was inside of a burning house I look around and see no windows Or doors Meeting me at every turn were Walls and walls Adorned with crimson vines of wrath The flurry of falling embers and the fiery gaze of the hydras Was more than I could bear. She says that Last night I struck out in my sleep And I tell her It was only the child inside of me Wrestling with crocodiles. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Interesting write -- sounds like a nightmare to me! What out for those crocodiles! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow...wishing you more peaceful sleep |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia |
You've got that right! I have been there but I surely never knew how to put it into words like you have! This is splendid! Sauni:)The Only Time I See The Sun Is When I'm Within That Vanilla Breeze.The Only Time I'm One With The Sun Is When He Shelters Me From The Rain. |
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KristieSue
since 2003-01-31
Posts 1460PA, US |
wow...I just love this. I guess we all have a child inside of us that fights to survive...you put it wonderfully Failure isn't failure if a lesson from it is learned ~ KS |
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McLean Member
since 2004-01-05
Posts 484state of marital bliss |
Adorned with crimson vines of wrath I like that word combination. When I have an odd or bad dream, I wake with the emotion that was born within sleep. Takes me a bit to come out of it. Strange. McLean |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
"the child inside of me wrestling with crocodiles" sounds a lot of fun to me! |
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