A Dream

A Dream

A Poem by Write4theSky

Running through the field gawkily, I release myself to the moment:
twirling, spinning, twisting. The sun blinds me, 
and I tumble onto the grass-
a bundle of skewed limbs. 
Breathing heavily, I notice for the first time
the perfection of the sky's 
blue. My carelessly sprawled body is so incongruous-
am I here at all? Six months in the future or past, 
a single snowflake drifts towards my forehead, 
surrendering to the fall 
of its own raw pattern. Why do we attempt to copy the pure beauty 
of its dance, when we will never reach the honesty with which it flutters 
to the ground? Cold encases me and white surrounds me, while sunshine
illuminates the scene and grass frames it. How can
two scenarios play out in the same moment? 

Neither 
must be occurring.

© 2010 Write4theSky



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This is an interesting poem friend, I like it:) Thought provokingly surreal:) xx

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