A sadness

Afresh the Dream Fortress

Has cut the world in half…

One bathed in gentle softness

The other one - a sinter path.

 

Obstinate emptiness -

hauntingly familiar dismay…

Each tomorrow envious

Of the settled yesterday.

 

Floating salt photographs

Saying goodbye to a world,

Resting on the doorstep epitaphs,

Apricot morning undisturbed.

 

Unfitting in this world now

Like a laugh in the land of tears…

Got to cut a path anyhow

Through the forest of fears

 

Until the Dream Fortress

Will cut again.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Suhd]

Beautiful. Expressive. Daring. Well done (Y)

[Ana B.]

Thank you :)

[h d e rushin]

I used your last few lines of this poem to construct my latest poem....sorry, but I steal things.
This is fabulous....dana

[Ana B.]

Haha, no worries, use whatever you like from here :) Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

each day looks back at the past....and wishes it could have been back then...
we don't learn, we seem to just regress...
and yes, dreams go both ways...one path good, and the other sinister...at least that is how i read that word in the 4th line...
i like the polarizing of this poem...leaves the reader to choose his or her own path.
j.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for stopping by, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ana,....i learned a new word...i had looked it up in my dictionary figuring you meant "sinter" and couldn't find it...i appreciate finding new words....might use it in a poem sometime.

love the poem....
j.