Disintegrating Dreams

Where do the days go???

 

 

 

 

 

Disintegrating dreams

 

I find I can no longer stand

as this ground about me shakes with might

Thunderous hooves of imaginary wild horses,

panting in heavy breaths, kicking dust before soiled eyes,

claiming to take down fences

of wire and stick, laying waste in sun dried foot prints

creating a mosaic of dream-like designs,

spiraling uncontrolled as the artist fades like fall colors

still trapping hopeless romantic thoughts,

locked within reach and just out of sight

 

Challenging the earth to steady the plates

suspended above me on thin shafts of deep desire,

spinning like clocks in an opposite direction

telling time it has no place here

 

Finding that truth is the enemy, I pull the drapes knowing

doorways will caress thresholds that keep out the draft yet allow the sunlight

to mimic the scattered shade cooling the needs

beneath a paper fortresses…and my heart sighs

 

For this is life, in its starkest reality,

and what was pictured in youth lingers in the minds of the old

Pasting cobwebs for effect and smiles not as genuine as they may seem

For the days pass and with them opportunities fly like a crying dove

as morning light counts another moment from this existence

Why does it seem that endless possibilities end, forever wishes

drown at the bottom of the well amidst even older pennies,

Patina claims the skin in the name of a love

found but not shared, carried upon shoulders,

as nothing else is left but to wait

 

and my dreams no longer wait for me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Nicely done Jack...as long as we can remember our fond memories...we are in good shape ha..
they have a way of being bittersweet though...Rose:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my gracious friend. Love that smile in the photo, it can grace my pages any day.

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much Jack:)

[Sami Khalil]

"For this is life, in its starkest reality,

and what was pictured in youth lingers in the minds of the old

Pasting cobwebs for affect and smiles not as genuine as they may seem

For the days pass and with them opportunities fly like a crying dove

as morning light counts another moment from this existence"
This is very nice poem full of deep introspection and lingering regrets but taking stock with the good things achieved amongst life's turmoils and its tests...
A wise read and write...:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[icelandicblue]

This is stark. What is to become of us when our dreams both sleeping and awake abandon us. There is a lot of angst in this piece and I was especially struck by these stanzas:

Challenging the earth to steady the plates
suspended above me on thin shafts of deep desire,
spinning like clocks in an opposite direction
telling time it has no place here


Finding that truth is the enemy, I pull the drapes knowing
doorways will caress thresholds that keep out the draft yet allow the sunlight
to mimic the scattered shade cooling the needs
beneath paper a fortresses…and my heart sighs

All I can offer you Jack is for your sweet dreams to return to you.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my sweet friend. I think we all have dreams that somehow get left by the roadside and forgotten as life moves on at its quickened pace. I appreciate your kind words.