Awaken, dreamer

Awaken, dreamer

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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From "An Owl on the Moon"

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What fills your heart with fright?

Is it brilliant day or darking night?

 

The howling sun consumes

the paling sparkle of the moon

 

With step on step you find

the tortured banter of your mind

 

Now clouds your shifting sky

Awaken, dreamer, it’s time to die...


© 2016 An owl on the moon



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Loved the poem, sounded like a familiar music. Reality may shed some rays of light somewhat undesirable for a dreamer. Only when the moon and sun come to terms will the moon sparkle more and the sun sing . Like the shifting sky, I like to beliebe pain is mutable. Hope you're well C Froman.
Lots of love

Posted 10 Months Ago


jessy

7 Months Ago

I feel the first drop and first impression looks best(as per saying first impression is best impress.. read more
jessy

7 Months Ago

sorry mistaken, may be*
An owl on the moon

7 Months Ago

Thank you so much for your comments and blessed words.
A very spontaneous writing.
One of a kind indeed!

Posted 11 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

10 Months Ago

Thank you so very much, Nancy!
A very strong and haunting poem. I felt the dark shadows passing me by as I read this.
Well written poem. Has a powerful feel to it.

Posted 11 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

11 Months Ago

I so appreciate your kindness, dear poet. This one came from a very dark place inside me. May the dr.. read more
Miss Owl

10 Months Ago

I appreciate your work very much.
Love the rhyme love the thoughts. Beautiful and poignant.

Posted 11 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

11 Months Ago

Thank you so much, MOON. I appreciate you.
This one when read aloud sounds like the old time masters. Nice write. Valentine

Posted 11 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

11 Months Ago

Thank you, dear poet. It was written for my book, and it did ache of ancient things.
A very well written poem. What fills your heart indeed...the interplay of light and dark weaves a tone that plays at the back of the mind like midnight blues. Good write

Posted 11 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

11 Months Ago

Thank you so much for your insights, Ted. Appreciate you stopping to read.
We re all afraid of something and we must eventually face them to truly feel alive. Love that last stanza.

Posted 11 Months Ago


A fresh way to approach the universal theme of light vs dark. I love your descriptions & the way the moon & sun can be symbols of various good & bad things that come at regular cycles in life. My favorite little bit of word-crafting: "The howling sun consumes the paling sparkle of the moon." (very original & vividly expressed).

Posted 11 Months Ago


There are times when time holds too much of everything. There are moments when tears near drown us, when laughter causes pain body-full.. I could be horribly wrong, but there's a sense of being caged no... locked in a cell.. no light, no light. Maybe, just maybe, its a place in which to be lost.. because leaving might be far worse. Perhaps?

Your words might be brief in this excerpt from your writing but oh! how it tempts thought to see itself... 'that tortured banter of your mind' .. ..

Posted 11 Months Ago


An owl on the moon

11 Months Ago

Yes, oh yes, dear Emma. And sometimes we seek to dream, while other times it is the dreams that haun.. read more
emmajoy

11 Months Ago

Thank YOU for offering that peace.. you know how much it's needed. But then,am more than willing t.. read more

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