Dreams

[CdnReader]

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Dreams

And on shall our dreams travel, pulling
us through the thickets and the brambles
of our beautiful lives.

Dreams that afford a moment of serenity,
cradling our pained existence with a quiet yearning
and a casting aside of our apprehensions.

Dreams that bring visions to
illuminate our prisons, and bestow peacefulness
when we might otherwise have faltered.

Dreams that swirl with the dancing leaves,
drifting and floating down a forest stream,
delicate traceries of frost-shapen dreams.

A whiteness borne away on raven's wings
and the coldness of quiet sorrows
that fade away as whispers in the dark.


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[PrinceMyshkin]

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Dreams

And on shall our dreams travel, pulling
us through the thickets and the brambles
of our beautiful lives.

Dreams that afford a moment of serenity,
cradling our pained existence with a quiet yearning
and a casting aside of our apprehensions.

Dreams that bring visions to
illuminate our prisons, and bestow peacefulness
when we might otherwise have faltered.

Dreams that swirl with the dancing leaves,
drifting and floating down a forest stream,
delicate traceries of frost-shapen dreams.

A whiteness borne away on raven's wings
and the coldness of quiet sorrows
that fade away as whispers in the dark.


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How trustingly this unfolds, with what quiet confidence that you have your listeners' ears, but those last lines
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just rise up effortlessly, transcendingly and with such beauty!

[motherhubbard]

Cdn, I love this beautiful poem. every word gives it such a soft and dreamy sound. Lovely

[Pensive]

Wonderfully written! :)

[firefangled]

This is beautiful, Cdn. What I like so much about your poetry is the way you manage the ethereal with the all too real and the reality of those things that are by either nature or circumstance enchanted, as in:


Dreams that swirl with the dancing leaves,
drifting and floating down a forest stream,
delicate traceries of frost-shapen dreams.

[ampoule]

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Dreams that bring visions to
illuminate our prisons, and bestow peacefulness
when we might otherwise have faltered.

This speaks the loudest to me. I like all of it though.

[CdnReader]

PrinceMyshkin, you tried to fool me into thinking you were going to criticize my last lines, didn't you? :lol:

motherhubbard, thanks so much for reading. We need a Christmas poem from you! Where are all your words hiding these days? :)

Pensive, Thank you!!!

firefangled, warm thanks for your thoughtful comments on this poem and the others over the past many months. I admire your poetry immensely, and your praise is good for my poet's soul. :)

ampoule, hugs for you at this time of year. Your words here much appreciated, as always.

[motherhubbard]

motherhubbard, thanks so much for reading. We need a Christmas poem from you! Where are all your words hiding these days? :)



I had a thought in traffic,
before that jerk cut me off.

And I scribbled down something important -
On the back of a receipt using the cashiers pen.

I know I had a gem in the shower,
I repeated it out loud so I wouldn’t forget.

“Where are all of your words hiding?” she asks.
I would sure like to know.

[CdnReader]

I had a thought in traffic,
before that jerk cut me off.

And I scribbled down something important -
On the back of a receipt using the cashiers pen.

I know I had a gem in the shower,
I repeated it out loud so I wouldn’t forget.

“Where are all of your words hiding?” she asks.
I would sure like to know.

:lol: Well, apparently, they're on the road, in the bottom of your purse, and on the bathroom floor! Go get 'em, girl! :lol:

(Somedays I have my best poetry ideas while in the shower, and I can't WAIT to get outta there and write 'em down. :idea: )

[crazefest456]

(Somedays I have my best poetry ideas while in the shower, and I can't WAIT to get outta there and write 'em down. :idea: )

:lol: explains your custom user title thing...

[CdnReader]

Crazefest, :lol: :lol: :lol: You're cracking me up here. :lol:

[NikolaiI]

I loved this so much - very, very beautiful poem. The last line piqued a memory of mine, hauntingly familiar, but I can't quite place it.