There is a scene in my dreams
that returns as regular as the night
I see a tree, a rainbow or three
and waterfalls-all colored bright
Also a path that leads to a bath
in a stream as pure as sunlight itself
and a mountain whose range surly contains
as much beauty as it does wealth
And try as I may to drop anchor and stay
in this dreamy world of color and grace
I am always awakened, angered and shaken
and unable to return to that place.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired 2 by jasminerose.
700 points, ended February 10, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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This is a very good write, as I read this I saw the path walking down it, wonderful imagery!
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i forgot the applause
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rent me that dream for a while it is really beautiful. i like it, nice job
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Beautiful imagery of a dream of splendor... as it may, your twist of anger at the end is an understandable one at that. Lucky that you have such dreams, as I know some that never do in the first place
Lovely in flow and rhyme!!
Beautifully written and a most enjoyable entry for my contest!!
Thank you so very much!!!
Jasminerose
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