Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Sharlet, Sometimes I Dream

The light outside 
of this dream
begins to dim
a sudden, sullen
deep, dark pain

The truth is born
between snow falling, 
soft white petals, and you
The liquid in your heart
washes away with the rain

And I know that this dream
is true, in the moment
where I find my breath and hear
the sound of swarming bees,
inside this dream

I laugh and lose my pace
the wind is letting go,
far above the breeze
as the chariot begins to push
towards the sea

5 comments:

  1. Curiously I found the infinite sadness of losing a child behind these words illustrated by the bleakness without her and winter weeping her beautiful snowy tears in her memory. Your allegorical writings transport this reader.

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    1. Thanks for delving so deep into the words. Yes, it is sort of a transparent moment; a moment of cleansing after watching the sky fall.

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  2. the truth is born between snow falling and you....smiles...the liquid in you heart washing away the rain is a cool line as well...

    our winter has only had brief moments of white....

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  3. Your poems always touches the chords ....

    "I laugh and lose my pace
    the wind is letting go,
    far above the breeze
    as the chariot begins to push
    towards the sea" Well done !!!

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  4. I have been thinking of winter poems and yours is unique ~ I specially like the idea of dreams ~

    I found out that my schedule for Real Toads is March 9-10. I was thinking of using food/taste as a prompt. Hope you can join us for the weekend.

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