I spread my wings, catch the breeze
And float endlessly on a stream of calm
I flee the jaws of chaos
As I search for my castle in the clouds
And flutter from flower to flower
Making my home in a world of gentleness
As I sip sweet nectar
And flourish Among a world of delicate dreams
Where laugh as they bloom
And birds sing songs of merriment
Everything resonates in harmony.
But my wings twinge with guilt
And as I remember the black world I left behind
They become heavier
As my memories take me back
Screams of misunderstanding echo
Throughout the world and within our hearts
Clanging in our ears as the chains clank
and continue to torture us
And bars of frigid icy steel
Imprison our hearts
Locking us into isolation
Prisoners trapped in despair
Wasting away in small dingy cells
I remember this all too clearly
I return here as a liberator
And flutter through the bars
Brining a soft rainbow of joy
To those who know none
Enlightening all hearts
With the power of gentle beauty
Chase my trail of gentleness
As the light beams through my wings
And soaks your heart in compassion
Follow me,
Soon you shall sprout wings of your own
And find your dream in the clouds
Author notes
An abstract vision of what I'd like to accomplish in my lifetime. I may go back and edit this because I'm exhausted as I'm writing this.
A contest entry
- Dreams by Memoirs of a Girl.
380 points, ended April 8, 2007, 7 entries
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Beautifully written, particularly the turning point: And my wings twinge with guilt, when you decide you want to bring your newfound freedom and joy to those left behind. Great poem. Some of the lines seem too long, but it doesn't seem important behind your great imagery.
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Very well written, and nice imagery. I had a little difficulty trying to figure out what your dream is. The most I got is that you wish to free others from... something. So basically I'm saying to make it more clear. Other than that, I can tell that you write beautifully. Good luck in the contest!
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Sure wonderful dreams...
Dear over-acheiving daughter, take a breath, then save the world from itself. You write so well, this could have been revised then placed here. The dreams are perfect, the words almost. Get some rest.
Love, Dear old Dad
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hey, that sounds a lot like the dream I have, but put much more eloquently into words than I have so far been able to..."return here as a liberator
And flutter through the bars
Brining a soft rainbow of joy to those who know none
Enlightening all hearts with the power of gentle beauty
Chase my trail of gentleness
As the light beams through my wings
And soaks your heart in compassion
Follow me,
Soon you shall sprout wings of your own
And find your dream in the clouds"...beautiful...I'll follow you....
good luck in the contest!
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A little butterfly ready to take flight and doing it superbly. Loved the idea and the thoughts in this, it is stunning
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