Dreamscape

Dreamscape

A Poem by Pete
"

Dreams and reality.

"

I woke up early this morning before the sun.
My life had stopped but the dream was not done.
The darkness and I had our fun.
The light was coming and claimed it had won.

The whippoorwill called and the door was ajar.
Emotion defied reason like a pedantic punk.
A coven of witches danced with fire.
Hula girls swayed with palm trees in the balmy breeze.
Men with helmets and shields twirled batons of fascinating, flickering flames.
Trees stood nearby at attention like a picket fence.
Pirates held swords and swung from ropes to climb aboard.
Slinky, twangy, steel guitars and bongo drums.
Hypnotic, mesmerizing melodies.

I woke up early this morning before the sun.
My life had stopped but the dream was not done.
The darkness and I had our fun.
The light was coming and claimed it had won.

Men with briefcases sprinted by in a gauntlet of gabardine.
Obsolete phone booths stood as portals to black, vacuous wormholes.
Unknown eyes peered from the forest and around corners.
Paranoid perspiration covered green, galvanized grass.
Church bells clanged in the distance.
Idyllic incense perfumed the air with a majestic mystery.
The night was pregnant with a new day.
It brought forth the sunlight with maternal pain.
Summoning all to a new hurly-burly.

I woke up early this morning and felt the sun.
My life was back and the dream was done.
The darkness and I had our fun.
The fallacious fog was lifted and a new tale was spun.
I walk the winding road alone like a man on the run.
The glorious day was born and ....
... the wayward night was its stepson ...

© 2017 Pete



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Wow Pete...this is lovely. I was enjoying your portrayal of the night as pregnant with the day...and reading further, this line made the feeling more special.
"The glorious day was born and ....
... the wayward night was its stepson ..."

The repetition of the first stanza after narrating every scene also brought me back to the writer in a very smooth way. And excellent imagery end to end. Loved the vocabulary too.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deeeeeply Abused

9 Months Ago

lol..I keep that one on my other profiles too..so that people won't misunderstand me in the attempt .. read more
Pete

9 Months Ago

lol keep 'em guessing. a moving target is harder to hit as they say...
Deeeeeply Abused

9 Months Ago

lolol!!!!!



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A lovely write Pete, great imagery I felt a Peter Pan theme trapped in the real world of fantasy ,emphasizing the madness of our world but hey that's just my take lol.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

6 Months Ago

who but you, the master of fantasy & madness, would know better? thanks Andrew
andrew mitchell

6 Months Ago

Lol I'm not sure this is a compliment! :-) lol thanks Pete.
Wonderful poem Pete. Amazing the way you have described night, truly commendable work.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

9 Months Ago

thanks Manasa.L appreciate the kind thought.
Oh...this is epic :) Quite a masterpiece of observation and scenarios which led me away to a different place. This is really beautifully gathered together Pete :)

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

9 Months Ago

thanks P.R.S. appreciate the kind, thoughtful feedback. :)
Wow Pete...this is lovely. I was enjoying your portrayal of the night as pregnant with the day...and reading further, this line made the feeling more special.
"The glorious day was born and ....
... the wayward night was its stepson ..."

The repetition of the first stanza after narrating every scene also brought me back to the writer in a very smooth way. And excellent imagery end to end. Loved the vocabulary too.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deeeeeply Abused

9 Months Ago

lol..I keep that one on my other profiles too..so that people won't misunderstand me in the attempt .. read more
Pete

9 Months Ago

lol keep 'em guessing. a moving target is harder to hit as they say...
Deeeeeply Abused

9 Months Ago

lolol!!!!!
This poem is simply excellent.Brilliant piece of work.


Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

10 Months Ago

thank you so much Devraj. i appreciate your taking the time to read & review. you are very kind & .. read more
Tis surreal and Dali-esque indeed Pete.
The refrain gives the impression that the speaker enjoys the dreams, regrets waking up to reality.
The night as a son not a parent bestows a sense of playfulness on the night which also lends credence to the enjoyment theory of the fantastical land of Nod. I get night-horrors. Real blood and guts stuff in glorious technicolour and afterwards laugh at them but during them can be so scary!
This is filled to bursting with truly lucid imagery.
Top write Pete!

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

10 Months Ago

ah, thank you Tony. thoughtful, indepth review. you really immerse yourself in what is being convey.. read more
Pete

10 Months Ago

... sorry about your night terrors ...
Lovely poem as always, Pete! I've said it before and I'll say it again; you have a way with words!
Amazing!

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

10 Months Ago

thanks Gullia. your thoughtful reviews are encouraging and uplifting. glad to share this. :)
The transition from night to day was so vivid and expressive (I ran for a cup of coffee!) just to make sure I was awake! You effectively created the atmosphere of no matter what... life goes on. Excellent!

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

10 Months Ago

thank you Hebe. you are very kind & encouraging and i appreciate your supportive reviews. glad i c.. read more

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