Dreamscape

Dreamscape

A Poem by Owenh1
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Dreams

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Fire and brimstone I trip and I fall,
Encased in a dreamscape fervent and droll
To fathom loose ladies lost in their shawls.
They billow and flow inside of my head
Like gluttonous mountains encase the dead
To thwart progress in my lucid homestead.
Of all the crescent shaped moons to observe
This one I find to have corrosive curves,
Even in my dreamscape it puffs to learn.
Also I admire the waft of a whiff,
How does one smell as they lie so stiff?
Like rigor mortise has become my shift.
Follow that weary man I exclaim!
Is he but a droplet from this dreamy game?
To teach humility and icy shame.
Even if he is, can he even speak,
Like a slimy pink baby’s open beak
Alas goes he, here I stand at the peak.
I glance at the edge of this careless pit,
So black and jagged it yearns to submit
Me and the rest of you to call it quits.

At the end of the darkness in the dreamscape’s lair.

© 2013 Owenh1


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I really like the imagery in this. Written very well (:

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Added on June 20, 2013
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Tags: Dreams, dreaming, lucid, poem, sleep, lethargy, potential, threat, healing

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Owenh1
Owenh1

Belfast, United Kingdom



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