On the Ebb of Dreams Born Dormant

On the Ebb of Dreams Born Dormant

A Poem by Max Meunier

wrapped up neatly 
in layered appeasement
spilling forth tides of contrivance

so willing to forsake
the wakened hands 
that trace our face upon us

fates effaced 
through feigned inference
of thought infernal

in fertile fields of fallow fame
refrained now is her candor
as stained glass wrought of leaden web

on the ebb of dreams born dormant
taken at a facet gleaned
of tacit impel

© 2016 Max Meunier


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Being dormant and forgotten. A lonely place to be.
"on the ebb of dreams born dormant
taken at a facet gleaned
of tacit impel"
The above lines. Powerful and direct. Thank you Max for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Added on September 2, 2016
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