This (In a Rust Colored Dream)

This (In a Rust Colored Dream)

A Poem by Constance-Outspoken

In a rust colored dream I awaken to myself
Finding that I have always been the same
But needed prompting to remind me that
I had this face, these eyes with which I see

The day can loom like a heavy cloud
The night can swarm with brutality
Silence can be a burden
Yet, I know
THIS

THIS
I know, yet
Silence can be a blessing
The dark of night can be warm
The day can dazzle me with its light

I have this mind with which I can see more
Than these eyes have ever seen of beauty
Finding that I have always been the same
In a rust colored dream I awaken to myself.

© 2010 Constance-Outspoken


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There is such a soft beauty here... drifting down in what seems minded suffering, then moving up into the pleasures and joys of life. We do live in seasons, and your form and flow, as well as your carefully breathed words say it all so well.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Posted 13 Years Ago


A wonderful sway. And that moment of starting again in a different way, is always so illuminating. Lovely.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the contrast that you have given this poem. One for lack of luster for live to seeing the beauty in the world around. I love the the line "in a rust colored dream i awaken to myself."

Posted 13 Years Ago


The depth of your words have me swimming in a pool of deep thoughts... the symbolism of the rust colored dream and the correlation it has to THIS... I play it many times over in my head... in conclusion this speaks to me of how our heart always knows what is right but it is often over shadowed by the advice and judgments of others.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Constance-Outspoken
Constance-Outspoken

Who wants to know where I am, when who I am is all that matters?, KS



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