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The Reality of Dreams

The Reality of Dreams

A Poem by Anna Marie

There's a man who is dreaming softly,
when his younger friend appears to him.
A nightmare unwinds, terrors lofty;
binds and ties, breaks and cuts them.
The man awakens in a cold room,
with a distant moon paling his face.
He cries in a cloud of momentary doom;
red tear lines, seldom falling in this place.

There's a man who is gazing away,
when his younger friend shouts to him.
A battle unfolds, an argument grey;
twists and shakes, hurts and shadows them.
The man escapes to a candle-lit somewhere,
plagued by the thoughts he buried.
He trembles in smoke filled, wax scented air;
burdens dropped, dragged, not carried.

There's a man who is sinking slowly,
when his younger friend tugs at him.
A healing begins, intentions holy;
soothes and comforts, but aches them.
The man runs down yellow-wooded lanes,
with gentle magnolias growing near.
He remembers an older man with childish pains;
when the younger friend was he, caught by fear.

© 2017 Anna Marie



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Anna Marie
(Q. J.)

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It got me far from this world. And it inspired me a lot, honestly. Such elegance and great depth like that of an ocean, I tried to swim through it but it got me drowned instead. That twist in the end, one word 'PATHOS'. You made a perfect circle around which it revolves. Wonderful, wonderful imagery, dark and supernatural, beautiful and charming.
Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


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This is the kind of stuff that let's us get away to our very own world.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is more than poetry, it's language creating a myth, a snatch of history.. a moral maybe. I thought.. read once, read again. ' .. .. to a candle-lit somewhere, plagued by the thoughts he buried.'

Then I the reader, sighed at what could a strange kind of exorcism.. history and its scars being diluted by realising that the Present can be a remedy. ',,, healing begins, intentions holy;
soothes and comforts.. '

For me - a discovery of how things happen and how far they reach, is a strange being: a coming to terms and accepting whatever.. .. Perhaps.

This is as near to a mystery than..

Posted 1 Year Ago


It got me far from this world. And it inspired me a lot, honestly. Such elegance and great depth like that of an ocean, I tried to swim through it but it got me drowned instead. That twist in the end, one word 'PATHOS'. You made a perfect circle around which it revolves. Wonderful, wonderful imagery, dark and supernatural, beautiful and charming.
Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very good. You've caught very well, with your language and the intensity of dream like sensory perceptions the unsettling feeling of a dream with sharp short images slipping away from you.
Well done.
Regards,
Alan




Posted 1 Year Ago



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