still the dreamers

who were we?

if only we were still the dreamers,
still those solstice-eyed martyrs,
those who stretched out whispered sun-hands
(with fingernails left to grow)
and took the lion's mane
in a silk fist.

images of a dancing sunrise
kissing and being kissed
on a not-so-cloudy morning--
they linger in paintings
and black-and-white photographs
but we left them to curl
and brown with age
until all that remained
was a blank time-cursed canvas.

we with nothing to lose,
if only we could be--
still the dreamers.

Author's Note

Thought of this one during World History.

Reviews

[Erinne S.]

I loved the descriptive imagery in this piece! I'm a dreamer...I really liked this! It was very creative. Makes me think back upon world history and everything that has happened.

~Erinne

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

We are not so different from those dreamers........we can still be this way. What a wonderful poem!

[Ben Taylor]

Your imagery really is superb. Also, the thought is an interesting one; those in the past do always seem "better" in many regards. Well written.

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

Gorgeous imagery..."a dancing sunrise," "solstice-eyed martyrs"...another outstanding poem.

[Jibin]

Good job!!!
Love it.....