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Life-sleep

 

 

 

            I banged hard
            against the door
            shouting,
            ‘Please,
            please let me back in,
            don’t leave me here.’

            Panic flooded my veins;

            perhaps against my pounding heart,
            my voice was dwarfed.
            They just couldn’t hear  me.

            Against my back,
            I could feel the heat
            from a dazzling
            prism of light,
            and see it
            through closed eyes.

            And I fought hard
            against the hypnotic
            myriad of colours,
            but in this tunnel of tranquillity,
            I was a mislaid soul
            without a will.

            I was drawn
            through a transient life-sleep
            to the light source.

 

            Then he touched my face,
            and said to me,
            ‘Your time is now.’

 

 

 

 

 



 

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  • Oleander
    December 7, 2007

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    I thought this was absolutely beautiful. This poem is very meaningful. It seems to jump out from the page and grab you. You must have put a lot of emotion into this.

  • Uriah Hamilton
    May 1, 2007

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    Enlightening

    The beginning fear I felt, like being lost as a child or stuck in a nightmare, that feels pretty much like life in general but I hope light does find us. Good write

  • Uriah Hamilton
    April 9, 2007
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    Really good

    I'm still seeking this birth or everyday living it.


  • individuality gold member
    February 12, 2007
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    a good poem, not sure with the line of panic flowed my veins - sounded odd to me that when i read that line. i wish that you have good luck in this contest you have entered. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...


  • LoveNeverDies
    February 10, 2007

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    wow

    totally awesome honestly a wonderfull piece of work keep up the awesome work and i look forward to reading more of your work!!! great job


  • boy-poet
    February 10, 2007
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    that was amzing holy crap


  • Twilight Masquerade
    February 10, 2007

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    Wow, this is great. I love how this piece is left a little open to everyone persons own perception. Fantastic job

    ~Snowfall


  • ronnica
    February 10, 2007

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    I love these mystical poems and you have penned this one so well. It was almost like standing there watching you dreaming.


  • deercatcher
    February 10, 2007
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    Your dermatologist is sure wierd!






    OK. I'll behave. You seemed to need some levity.

  • Bad Bill
    February 10, 2007

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    Enigmatic, but beautifully written, Sarajane--I thoroughly enjoyed reading this piece of poetic magic.
    Bill


  • capricornpoet
    February 10, 2007
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    Awesome

    From beginning to end you draw the reader with images, words the stream along and send us like a voyeur into a mystery journey to another realm ..
    Metaphoric here, ...poetry gallant, magic in your quill..
    This was an inspiring adventure ...


  • Silent Cougar Moderators member
    February 10, 2007

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    hmmmmmm.... now was this a dream? or were you appearing on 'stars in their eyes'.
    perception can play tricks on your mind,

    first V - the stage manager asks you to wait out in the hall,
    second V - your nervous heart caused your singing voice to hide, unheard.
    Third V - the bright shadowy light from the smoke machine, you could see it by smelling the dry ice.
    Fourth V - the myriad of colours, the spot lights , shining through the smoke, as you stood, now, just off stage, waiting for you entry.
    Fifth V - your eyes focused on centre stage, audience hidden
    final V - he touches you and says, 'your on'..

    just my interpretation, great write Sarah, I liked this.


  • Floorboards
    February 10, 2007

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    ooooooooooooohhhhhhh!

    ooh ,nice one sarajane, very beautifully written, i love the imagery.you've done a cracking job here my fine friend,
    very well done,
    alex

  • Liquid memories
    February 10, 2007

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    WOW!!!

    I hope if you woke, it was a nice voice and good dream.
    i do not like the bad dreams, as it wrecks your day. Jules.

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