Within a dream on a clear winter’s night,
while crisp snow sparkled under pale moon’s light,
visions akin to warm spring slowly crept
to my rousing mind while my body slept.
That night I witnessed a wonderful world
which all within my deep slumber unfurled.
I’ll pause before getting ahead of myself,
to pull this fond memory down from its shelf.
Recalling that dream as if just waking
from the sleep in which I’d been partaking.
Clearly I viewed the events in my mind,
I saw myself rise, leave comfort behind.
Once more transported to powdered landscape,
where the ethereal sight flowed into shape.
I heard soft snow crunch beneath feet unshorn
then chanced to observe one tiny acorn.
My breath billowed out in a frosted gasp,
as the acorn I clutched in eager grasp,
then on surveying this precious treasure,
intriguing prospects kindled my pleasure.
Closely I peered at the seed in my hand,
perceiving its future effects on the land,
lost in a fog of sublime pondering,
subconscious thoughts joyfully wandering.
Somehow looking through surface impressions,
leaping onwards to unsought transgressions.
I viewed the scene less my own interference,
nature’s laws guiding acorn’s adherence.
With spring the rich earth became warm and soft,
oak seed began sending tendrils aloft.
Descrying threadlike life roots descending,
encountering pebbles - slowly bending.
Since waking now would cause me to keen,
I lingered on for the acorn’s next scene.
Amazing visions continued to stoke,
as my acorn nut grew into an oak.
Sprouting small leaves, it frailly sought light,
an odd thing to note in the dark of night.
Yet settled in sleep, I, the dreaming remained,
seduced by dreams where an old oak tree reigned.
Submerged in my slumber, I delved still deeper,
gazing on fondly through eyes of a sleeper.
Refusing to wake, entranced by dreams reasons,
watching my tree through the turning of seasons.
From that first mighty oak many acorns fell.
Around that one tree a large forest did swell.
Woods fully abundant with life overflowing,
all manner of creatures were thriving and growing.
To my ears drifted softly a chorus of nature,
the sound of the forest’s nomenclature.
Then wholly unwanted, without any warning,
there came the detested approaching of morning.
As often the dawn all too swiftly came stealing,
disrupting the vision I found so appealing.
That dream of one acorn that promised to be
so much more than simply a single oak tree.
Author notes
Like most of my poems, I am continuing to work to make this one better. Thank you Sue, for your help in this endeavor.
A contest entry
- Branches Full of Life by Carpe Noctem.
450 points, ended February 23, 2008, 45 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - CONTEST FOR NON TROPHY POEMS!!! by psychiatrists dream.
875 points, ended January 19, 2008, 40 entries
Honorable mention
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Hi, this is a wonderful rhyming nature poem, indeed a scenic view in my eyes,you sure have talent,as I want some day...lol but hey you go my friend good luck in her contest, (no luck needed though)!! P~M
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Hi, this is a wonderful rhyming nature poem, indeed a scenic view in my eyes,you sure have talent,as I want some day...lol but hey you go my friend good luck in her contest, (no luck needed though)!! P~M
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Well, you are certainly creating a masterpiece with this. I loved it so much. Thank you so much for entering, and best of luck!
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I’m very fond of nature poems and I think this one is beautiful. What I like the most about it is how it moves from the scene created in the dream to the dreamer who had created the vision. The feelings and emotions the dreamer experiences have been described very lucidly which I feel allows the reader to feel involved in what is happening. This poem has also been educational to me as I had to look up ‘Descrying’ and ‘nomenclature’ as I didn’t know what they meant, but education is a good thing in my book. The poem flows quite well though I found a couple of areas where it felt a slightly juddery but the rhyme is excellent. It is a pleasure to come across another rhyme writer as so called freeverse seems to be the ‘in’ thing these days. I’m really looking forward to reading more from you as I see you have quite a few on offer.
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Wow! That was wonderful! I loved the imagery and the pace a lot. Also, I liked the first-person perspective of it, which pulls the reader into your vision. Great work!
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