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Out of reality

Gatherers and reapers
keepers of time that flies and denies
in the face of a race we can't win

We fit ourselves with gloved fist
punching our way out
too weak our clout

we perish

When all along
we ought but rest
to find the beast is not the best

A dream would seem to solve it all

watch a flower bloom in a tie-dyed room
and mountains sift to sand by noon

where nightmares truly end with wake

Oh, to make it be
to take reality
bend it and end it
all with the bat of an eye

What can we gather
what can we reap
from what we learn while we're asleep

Please tell me what you think

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  • leo2
    July 10, 2008
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    I'd be the smartest man on the planet if I learned while I dreamed...lol. But seriously, I have learned that dreams still do come true if you are patient enough to hold on to them. The internal rhyme you use gives the reader a nice easy cadence to follow.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


  • MoonHelixEpiphany
    July 10, 2008
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    wow!!! i had to read this three times and there is still a lot of wow i won't comprehend...my mine isn't with me today but i will say my favorite stanza is the last one...it sums the whole poem very nicely! and yes, we can learn a lot from our dreams....i've always said that, how funny that you wrote it before me lol

    best wishes and warmest regards,
    kristy

  • Climbing2nothing
    July 10, 2008

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    When all along
    we ought but rest
    to find the beast is not the best

    hehehe yeah this fits the theme for shores, sow many moments missed in life because we forget to be ourselves and join the modern nightmare rushing around a very hypnotizing maze, thats why i like cats the most,, so casual and dreamy, alike it's nine dimensions they live in and handle the perception junctures w ease because they hardly worry about a thing, anyheys great write,

    w fish and chips
    -jas


  • poetryality silver member
    July 9, 2008

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    Oh my! Your first stanza made me swallow hard! I read it twice before moving on. The resonance of words made the poem spill off the tongue like a dance when read aloud. Wonderful!

    The second stanza made me stop and think because the image of "punching my way out of a "gloved fist" was a compelling image, indeed! BRAVO!

    "we perish" Inevitably!

    "watch a flower bloom in a tiedied room
    and mountains sift to sand by noon"


    Excellent imagery!

    I am thoroughly impressed. It has been far too long since I've read your works lady! Whew! Thanks!




    Much Love Always ♥

    Renee