Huh! It feels so vague,
But not really pale,
I can unfold you;
And nothing less to do than mould you.
The little life I had in a saddle
Is like a child in a cradle!
I dare not predict,
It blooms into a fresh little flower,
But will it be the worst or best,
I dare not expect the life’s best
Cause it’s all the story of a dream.
A contest entry
- 100 Short Prewrites by Kari.
450 points, ended March 31, 2008, 64 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is my favorite line in the poem right here -
" It blooms into a fresh little flower "
Very well done! Thanks for your entry
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Welcome to AllPoetry
Most definately thought provoking. Can be read as literal dreaming while asleep or it can be perceived as those dreams that we conjure of a future as we like it. I like a poem that can be approached from multiple directions
Keep writing and once more, welcome.
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