Paper Dreams

My dreams of delusion
Now burn like paper
Whose embers float in the breeze.

 

And onward they fly
In plume and in smoke
In the most apparent of ease.

 

If life's filled with sorrow,
Then why do I now
Feel somehow so at peace?

 

When dreams are burnt,
Does life begin
And somehow seek release?

 

When this charred paper
Once soaked in dreams
Now curls up so diseased,

 

When it sighs its last dream,
No breath to redeem,
And falls to the earth deceased,

 

Will my heart have the mind,
And my mind have the heart
To do what the soul believes?

 

Will a smile light my eyes,
Will life so contrive
To bring hope to a heart that grieves?

Reviews

[Hayley]

I am absolutely floored by this piece, Abdul. You set a focus and stick to it, questioning and answering, providing imagery and an ongoing metaphor.
These dreams of delusion that float in the breeze, yet you somehow feel at peace. These are very perceptive lines that are open to interpretation. The dreams float and burn when they reach the earth, so you are once again grounded, but will you be happy?
"Will my heart have the mind,
And my mind have the heart
To do what the soul believes?"

The biggest vibe I get is too many times we do what is right, but is it really what we want? Is there a bigger price to living life in a certain way? This review is kind of scattered, but I will be thinking about this for a long time...
Really nice work!

[Najam Us Saher]

Will my heart have the mind,
And my mind have the heart
To do what the soul believes?
Will a smile light my eyes,
Will life so contrive
To bring hope to a heart that grieves?
These lines are my favourite. Well written beautifully expressed your emotions.

[Chesney W.]

this is a very beautiful write...this is like, one of my favorite poems of all time!! excellent!

[DeliriousCerises]

This made me think of a phoenix, in death brings life. You're delusional dreams have died, but now there's room for new achievable dreams. I'm not sure if that's what you meant, but that's what "hope" means to me. Something to believe in. That there's still potential in the future to be happy, even if your old dreams are dead. Personal growth, change. I really liked this piece, it made me think. Great job!

[Coyote Poetry]

"When dreams are burnt,
Does life begin
And somehow seek release?"
Powerful emotion in the poem. I like the places you took me and the thoughts. I believe we must learn from failure and create new dreams. Life allow us to get up and be wiser. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[L. Edward Neale]

Powerful imagery. Great use of the charred paper as a metaphor for death. I dig those lines "will my heart have the mind and my mind have the heart." By the sounds of this, indeed I believe it will.

[Dinesh Sairam]

The first five stanzas flow nicely and even the rhymes are great. But then on, I spy fillers here and there, as in 'curls up so diseased'. Also, the imagery in the last few stanzas seem, what shall we say, less poetic. Nevertheless, the meaning it conveys in done with the most immediate of ease and truth ('Will a smile light my eyes').

Keep writing.