I sleep, I dream, I die!

Breathless...............................................

I sleep, I dream, I die!

I cannot breathe,

I cannot rest nor sleep.

I dare not blink

lest this waking dream,

this bright pool

of tender love

is rippled

by careless stones.

 

14/10/17

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! such a great amount of creative tension built in just 8 lines and a contrasting title ... the edge we sometimes hold love in fearful trepidation ... a place of horror .. almost better to fall one way or the other to relieve the anxiety ;) well done sir! powerful poem says i!
E.

[Tony Jordan]

a fragile thing is love - like glass or a pond's calm surface - even a tiny fly can ruin this delicate ointment - but does such frangible love have a chance?
Thank you for the RR John

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Cheers Tony,

[wordman]

dare not wake while this love i partake

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Just that Ron, just incase you ripple the surface. Many thanks.

[Susan 🦋]

There will always be "stones," and true love will always prevail. :-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah spoken like a teacher Susan. many thank yous!

[Great Aunt Astri]

A poem on the transience of that 'bright pool of tender love', or rather, the fear of it going away, or being destroyed by carelessness. But, please 'dare to blink', because, if it is a true waking dream, you will dream it again! Lovely poem to wake up to, on a Sunday morning!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much. Tis such a joy to feel such things as there is so much trouble in today's world. many thank yous.

[Great Aunt Astri]

May the road rise up to meet you. (Celtic blessing)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

..............May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face; read more..............May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

[Great Aunt Astri]

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we get that feeling that is so overwhelming and exciting that we are afraid it isn't real...only a dream...and we do not want to wake up from it...hard to get back to that same dream.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed until that dream is real Jacob. Many thanks.

[Coyote Poetry]

The words short, honest and true. Carelessness done become permanent regret. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Coyote You are right.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.