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A Dream?
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A Dream? |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan 
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A Dream? Sitting tucked-up ‘neath old willow tree. Mind drifting along lazily, Eyes float to a close, silently. In the steamed-heat of long summers day. There I rested, or did rested I feign? When the sky blessed the earth with summer day rain, And dull mind acknowledged sensation, not pain, Of fingers taking root in hard ground. Still as a stone, heart skipping a beat, Hands firmly rooted, and then my feet, Body wrapped tight in summer day heat, When a coolness came creeping upon. Across back of hand, sneaking towards wrist, Up foot to ankle, did creeping persist, Mind screams to eyes, “open, I insist” To a crawling sight saved for the dead. Then voices, small voices, crept in my ear, Do tell what is the problem my dear, You never expected to meet your great fear? Not here, not on this summers day? The ground beneath me shimmied and wavered, My heart, not beating but merely quavered, As the creeping creatures slowly savored, The length of my arms and my legs. By tens, then scores, then hundreds I feared, Continued ascending, slowly they neared, My mouth, my eyes, and when nearly worm-eared, Again I heard them speak. Have you a reason we should not proceed Is there something of worth, some significant deed, Maybe some warning to which we would heed, And recess back to whence where we came? And I had not one answer, though I prayed to above For my life was so empty, devoid of all love, I had walled myself up, was never thought of By another, I was worthless, indeed. My head tossed back, pouring rain was my crown, And I prayed Dear Lord! Please first let me drown” And my head was so spinning, around and around, Surely, there must be escape. But escape there is none when in life one won’t live, And there is nothing to take if at first you don’t give, And your body becomes just a worm-eaten sieve, If you fear to give love but one chance. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
This is incredible - the message is strong and you conveyed so much. You tapped into our fears and a relization that we have to give to receive. I don't know - I think this poem is magnificant! aziza |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Thank you aziza. That means a great deal coming from one I so admire. |
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Kristabell Senior Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 678Portland, OR |
My goodness. This is awesome! I shall add it to my library. You portray a strong message in this. You also have great imagery. Keep it up! Kristabell "Use your imagination not to scare yourself to death but to inspire yourself to life." |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
one word response here... amazing! |
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divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
awesome write! very vivid imagery and great message it gave me shivers, reading it. (I'm glad I read it this morning instead of last night before trying to sleep lol) this one is going in the library  ~*Sheli*~ By words the mind is winged |
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