Dream Thread

This poem is a found poem for a contest.

White skin in linen

Perfume on my wrist

And the full moon that hangs over

these dreams in the mist,

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams,

I want to see you clearly,

Come closer than this…

But all I remember

Are the dreams in the mist.

(I have spread my dreams under your feet)

Is it cloak 'n dagger?

Could it be spring or fall,

I walk without a cut

Through a stained glass wall

Weaker in my eyesight

The candle in my grip

And words that have no form

Are falling from my lips,

(Tread softly because you tread on my dreams)

I want to see you clearly,

These dreams go on when I close my eyes

Every second of the night I live another life

These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside

Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away,

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Form: Found

These Dreams, by Heart, 1986

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W.B. Yeats (1865"1939).  The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899. 

Author's Note

A pure found poem consists exclusively of outside texts: the words of the poem remain as they were found, with few additions or omissions. Decisions of form, such as where to break a line, are left to the poet.

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

Thank you for submitting this well written poem to the "Phrase Contest". ~ Helena ~

[UnholyFate]

I enjoyed this quite, its a beautiful piece of art. The best poetry comes straight from the heart, a certain exposing of ones self. And I do believe this fell well under that category.

[modtoddinc]

Thank you for taking the time.

-peace, Todd