Sleeping Children Think

Just a crazy extended metaphor. I have no idea what it means, and over 20 people each have different interpretations of it.

scoops of life laid out on the plate
like sweet ice cream in the bowls of children
every scene dies with the heartbeat of the actor
trying to make his way through life
with the aid of dramatic irony and dramatic tension

living life to the full like the way
a pair of parallel lines that never touch
femme fatales find their targets quickly
and do not let go until they have
captured them and reduced them to dust

the dust collects to become fragments
of various objects that we eventually
become familiar with until the day
we too turn to dust like so many before
but the dust lives on and on

every limit can be broken with some help
from the boundaries that envelope them
so delicately and so carefully like they are breakable
yet the damagable parts are stronger than thought
so the limits can be pushed further

creeping along the shadows at dusk
hiden in the darkness that the light can only aid
the light bends to make way for the royal darkness
dressed in deep rich purples the darkness rules
over the light and the heavens of hell

the lights dim as the purples blend together
making the reds and the golds turn into yellows
so powerful that the sun envies the luminosity
of the strength of the bright yellows and deep purples

Author's Note

The lack of punctuation/upper case is in all of my pieces; I guess its my signature.

Reviews

[Kaden Sylvers]

i especially like this line: "the dust collects to become fragments
of various objects that we eventually"
and "creeping along the shadows at dusk
hiden in the darkness that the light can only aid
the light bends to make way for the royal darkness"

It makes me think it is about some aspect of life that is an illusion, that can dress itself to make others perceive it as something grand, & thus it manipulates mankind, but in the ed, even it turns to dust, because everything is transient.

[CC]

I felt that this poem moves along at its own pace, the first line particularly powerful.

"Sleeping Children Think" as the title, and continuing on with :
"scoops of life laid out on the plate
like sweet ice cream in the bowls of children" ; almost as though it is telling of the innocence and naiveness of the children.

[The Darkest Silhouette]

well poetry is the perfect place to leave out punctuation and its easier to write free flowing poetry without worrying if your lines are capitalized, so that's probably more of a help than a hurt

[--]

This poetic express has significant power verses in it for me.
I like your signature style as well I must say (I am terrible with punctuation myself)

"the dust collects to become fragments
Hello Shadow,
of various objects that we eventually
become familiar with until the day
we too turn to dust like so many before
but the dust lives on and on"

I love your shadowed verses of reality especially the one I quoted

Embrasse'
Vickie

[Master Morality]

No overall idea of what it means to be honest. But "All the worlds a stage and we're all going to die on it" came to mind.

Nice all round.