Open Poetry #31 |
My Dream |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Feeling small looking up to fear I see the closeness of those I dont belong to Of love for someone to decide my meaning Small steppes to take into my heart When I dream of daylight I see your eyes And your shape And a man who will make you happy Or dead There is a hill where I can see for ever Maybe from the hill for ever and ever To be outcast elsewhere Than my home With tired feet I return to a long awaited hill Where once was grass Now I see shrub Tired dried weeds Burning Throughout my travels I always knew I would find this hill Now I know only sorrow And my dream |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Very nice! Grover. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Thanks Grover It was something out of Pickwick Papers that has always kicked the back of my mind from time to time that made me write it. I should have written it better, and in time I will do. Dave |
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WinterWren Senior Member
since 2002-12-01
Posts 1044...Coming to |
I really enjoyed this one, it has nice tones. Very good imagery. I'll look forward to the new and improved version. W.W. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I enjoyed this very much...well written. Maree Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
WinterWren Dark Angel Thanks I suppose I always return and review and re-write but the nice thing on Passions is that I sharpen up when I write. My thanks for your words Dave |
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