Spring Cleaning

Sun Drift

And moonlit

 

Away away

 

I sift

 

Through broken bags

And dreams

That fell through

Empty and so full

Of promise

That it hurt

 

To see

The hidious nothingness

 

Left behind.

 

A small token

 

Turned into selling

My soul

Just for a glimpse

Of something more

To life than this.

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

This was fabulously universal and in tune with today.. so many feel sad, guilt-ridden.. like sellouts in some way.. chasing dreams to have the rainbow dissipate before one could reach the pot of gold.. that's what I felt..

IT is sad.. powerfully so too.. so many have had maybe too high of dreams is what I have seen.. making it almost self-sabotage.. as even if you reach the top of a mountain.. you still have to have the resources to stay atop.. and/or climb down without falling.. as well as not knowing what lays atop..or can know if they will be able to breathe and enjoy the thin air.. great job!

[The Message]

I love it, it flows so unevenly and yet fluidly.

[Valentine]

How sad, who ever this is about must be carrying the weight of the world around on thei back..there is much more to life than this..look UP !!!!! lol an dgod bless..Valentine

[Tate Morgan]

iCE I HAVE TROUBLE WTH THIS OE FOLLOWING THE CORHERRANT THOUGHT

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Very well done!!!!

[Kelley]

Something funny about the line...
" I sift
Through broken bags"

I like it it but I don't know if it fits?
Anyway another great write from the GREAT ICE.

[Jason]

I love the metaphors...so descriptive of the pure emotion that underlines this work. You truly have a way with words Ice...I have said it about your work time and time again.....Brilliant! Simply Brilliant!