A Poem by Shelly Braen

The night gathers her stars

And sometimes I am free,

I wear ball gowns

And dance on marble floors,

I smell curry

And walk along the Ganges,

I hunt deer

And run the forests bare,

Is this life simply one

Or many to roam,

Am I truly awake when I dream

Or do I dream when I am awake?

The eyes see an image

It is upside down,

The retina flips them

So is our world right side up?

Sometimes, I am not one

But two in search,

I hear for two

See, for two,

Could it be that I am half

Or am I a fraction?


© 2011 Shelly Braen

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nice poetry.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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A lot in this compact piece. A skillful use of opposites, inverse, and the questions of which way is the "norm." I like this one a lot.

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Shelly Braen
Shelly Braen


My pen name is Shelly Braen, I'm twenty five years old. I love Books, Writing, Art, Music, Playing the Piano, and Photography. Favorite Photographer: Robert Mapplethorpe Favorite Painter: Gustave .. more..

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