The scent of a dream

In a garden of woe

Briers of trouble grow

Thorns in parched sand

A desert under the sun

Where no victory can be won

Weeds watered by my bleeding hand

The tail of a shooting star

Woven into a jar

Holding a distilled moonbeam

With the shadow of a tear

I wash the dust of memories clear

Leaving only the scent of a dream

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

I can't wonder a dream but a garden has many enemies, this write had sadness because there's no water but inside you leave hope because it's a dream.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts because I love this read.

[Soren]

Thank you dear Poet you are right on all counts. I deeply appreciate your review and kind words

[Mauricio Montoya]

No not by my comment but what you wrote nobody is Great only by what we write you are a good writer that's why I read.

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of strong statements shared my friend. I believe life is testing the water. Lose or win. We tried. Thank you Soren for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Soren]

Thanks for the review and comment Coyote they are deeply appreciated.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.

[JD Major]

Hi Soren, you nailed it in your first 2 lines ...so sad, but so expressive, an inspired choice of words!
Now that you mention it, yes, I think the scent of a dream is the scent of a dawn's fog.

[Soren]

Thank you JD for your most generous comment. I think you are right a dawn's fog is very close.

[Chris Shaw]

I am trying to think of a suitable name for the scent of this dream. I think it would have to be named Forlorn. A dream that would leave me saddened. Nicely penned.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris your review and comment is most welcome and forlorn seems to fit quite well

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[DIVYA]

The tail of a shooting star
Woven into a jar

Loved these delightful lines!

Perhaps the memories were troublesome. In such case it was a good thing they were washed away. Dreams hold more promise though. And their scent can be so irresistible.

Your garden of woe was so truly worth a walk this afternoon, dear Soren!

[Soren]

Thank you DIVYA for your most generous comments.

[DIVYA]

You are most welcome and have a great day.

[Betty Hermelee]

Good for you to remember this beautiful poem, but some bittersweet, and sadness also; must have awakened you. I love the word scent.. it's just one of many senses that most of us have...and even if gardens were wilting and the earth parched, you still were able to use the word scent of a dream...after all has shriveled up in your soul....trying to "wash away" painful memories.
Nice write
Best, B.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Betty for your review and comment

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Soren!
Best, B

[willweb]

Interesting concept or thought, "The scent of a dream" I have been asked, do I dream in color but never do my dreams have a scent. I will need to see if I can pay attention the next time I sleep. Reall cool Soren.

[Soren]

Thank you Will yes color for sure but we have five senses. Do you feel pain or tactil sensations? Do you smell fragrances? I know I can taste in a dream. I certainly can hear. Why not smell?

[willweb]

Makes sense to me.