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PoeticPassions

African Dream

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Moments lost in dreaming
Like love in slumber

What is meant to be
And what is
Diverge paths,
Wreathing sharp images
Of desire.

Fiery exchanges never
To be consummated
Though a rising fire
Governs wild and unquenched

And here we are
Again;
Each other's poetry
Like two grains of sand
Upon the same shore.
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  1. The Comedian's Avatar
    Lovely writing, PoeticPassions -- the duality and magnetism that each stanza expresses is well done. And I liked how poetry itself offers you a metaphor for your sentiment.

    Good stuff, good hunting!
  2. PoeticPassions's Avatar
    Thanks, Comedian. It was written on a whim... I'm just trying to get back into writing poetry, after a long blockade. So I feel rusty...
  3. BienvenuJDC's Avatar
    I loved it...it gave me such inspiration...
    What kind of ink to you use to write on a whim?
  4. Silas Thorne's Avatar
    Sorry, I meant to comment on this earlier.

    I like the last and second to last stanzas, because of the strong imagery you present (although fiery exchanges usually refers to angry exchanges, and how would you consummate these?) , but I feel that other parts of the poem are somewhat confusing and a bit cliched.

    The second line seems to me to be a borrowing from Frost's 'Two paths diverged in a wood', which is really nothing new.

    I don't really get the first two lines either. Do you mean that because moments are lost in dreaming, love is asleep?

    Just being honest. Remember, this is just my opinion. And I am glad you are writing more now. Keep it up!
  5. PoeticPassions's Avatar
    Thanks for the honesty, Silas. It is always appreciated. And so is constructive criticism

    Hmm, perhaps the borrowing from Frost was subconscious. I forgot all about that poem... read it ages ago.

    The first two lines do not have any causal relationship, they are merely analogies. So moments that we share in dreams are lost, just as in sleep love is lost... if that makes sense. In slumber love cannot really sustain itself... but this has a double meaning-love between me and the subject of this poem and love between me and another man.

    As for fiery... well I don't think that it has to mean angry. Isn't that the beauty of poetry, that we can bend and mold words and feelings into something else? I meant it more as ardent or full of fire. But perhaps the word choice here was not so great.

    But I can see that some of the poem is a bit cliched. Ah, well so it is!