A Dream

A Dream

A Poem by Brett Moore

These cheap sheets itch
and no matter how many sheep 
manifest on this spackled ceiling,
every single night, I am a sentinel.

Counting backwards from total 
loss to love's conception in a truck 
cab, on the parkway, stars 
can't undo this particular set of failures.

So i breathe deeply
in a way that shows 
i'm in way over my head,
but i'm wearing it well.

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One deliberate step takes my body over 
the canyons edge, chasing air towards the river, 
where the water may wash me clean,
but the fall will hurt like hell.

I don't have the strength to drag myself out 
and crawl up that cold, sharp rock again.  
I'd rather drown somewhere down stream
in the warm, still water of the lake.

And if clean hands try to save me,
I'll take them, and shake them.
Life is too short to be impolite
and too long to abide loneliness. 

One moment closer to sleeping in the water
as a broken man, but more solidly
climbing, slowly back up the canyon
just to walk off the edge.

© 2014 Brett Moore



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It sounds very lonely...but lonely places can often be spurs to inspiration and imagination...I enjoyed the read.

Posted 2 Years Ago


And if clean hands try to save me,
I'll take them, and shake them.
Life is too short to be impolite
and too long to abide loneliness.
Interesting style and voice. Very nicely expressed.

Posted 3 Years Ago


I'm impressed by your ability to convey this dream... truly enigmatic!...
You carry a certain pain in your words, that reach out to me..
I know insomnia well... it seems to forge dreams of another realm..
sometimes we drown in the deep waters... and sometimes it cleanses...

Well penned, Brett.... emotive write! xx :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


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"One moment closer to sleeping in the water
as a broken man, but more solidly
climbing, slowly back up the canyon
just to walk off the edge."

This last stanza was brilliant! Wonderful read.


Posted 3 Years Ago


liked this one brett, well done

Posted 3 Years Ago


I held my breath through most of this Brett, and the ending stanza was amazing, really wrapped up the feelings of malcontent and loneliness. Top shelf, going into my favorites toot sweet!

"One moment closer to sleeping in the water'..
...!


Posted 3 Years Ago


"Life is too short to be impolite and too long to abide loneliness" this is my best line and onto the poem, you are a good writing and you made me engrossed as I read, I enjoyed the whole poem. Good job my fellow collegue



Posted 3 Years Ago


I love this, so intense and longing.
What really hit me was:
"And if clean hands try to save me,
I'll take them, and shake them.
Life is too short to be impolite
and too long to abide loneliness."

(and I must apologize I am terrible at writing reviews)

Posted 3 Years Ago


You won me over with this write Brett! I will hold you in high esteem if I never read anything else this phenomenal from you again...
I'm searching for words that sound as affirmative as my mind responded.
I get the emotion, but the context was a perfect blend of determination and resignation.
Three parts stood out best.

First, "Counting backwards...". I believed there was a total loss and not just an overreaction to normal setbacks. A pickup truck on the parkway is home to me. Great imagery.

Second, the stanza starting, "And if clean hands...", set a pendulum of balance.
I wanted to stop reading and reach into the page to offer my hand. Then I realized,one are not "clean".
You set a hard standard here... Yet you show a desire to be saved. Hope indears the reader to the story.

Lastly, the last stanza. Using every effort of your broken soul to climb ever higher to meet the ledge of this hard destiny.

I can't help but think, maybe at the top the view will reveal enough to change to outcome.
One of my favorite poems ever!


Posted 4 Years Ago



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Brett Moore

Dallas, TX



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Positive outlook makes positive outcomes...most of the time. So smile, laugh, love and enjoy life. Contrary to that mantra, these are my grumblings, the rocks in my shoes or questions I needed to ask. more..

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