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Wise Words From the Unconscious

Last night I had a dream of grief,
Of old love and a hidden thief.
The thief, myself, was a broken girl;
No definite nor finished pearl.

    I am not a liar. 

I was myself and I went to the opera
But it turned out to be the wrong saga.
I left my friends and my allies
To find if the worlds were still lies.

    Do we desert our friends at the first sign of self-indulgence? 

I ran from one block to another
Not hoping to find my final answer,
But there I was on the street I craved
The street from which my heart was saved.

    My heart always revisits this street. 

A dream is not always sane
In fact it is sometimes vain.
An object appeared in my hand,
That seemed to be quite unplanned.

    Dreams are sporadic. 

Rain was pounding upon my skull
My limbs were suddenly quite fragile.
My knees grew weak and I was feeble;
My common sense now somewhat dull.

    Common sense may leave quickly a fool when emergency occurs. 

I flashed the light onto the house
And a fire my eyes could have doused.
The number, the sequence I fear
Was there to in my heart appear.

    Many people remember fears by numbers and words. 

Into the mud I quickly fell,
Under a horribly wicked spell.
Repeat! my unconscious called
My heart was suddenly so appalled.

    Dizziness causes more dread than hope. 

Why twice must my dreams be played?
They always become quite cliched.
Let me live on my own frontier
Don't play my heart upon my fear.

    The heart and the fear should never mix. 

Author notes

I used the one line in between each stanza to utter some clear words. Dreams are so complex, and they are never blunt. This was my way of analyzing my dream.

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  • Forgotten Lilith
    October 26

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    I really liked the way this was written. It was very interesting and different. It had its own form, and told a story. Thank you for entering my contest. Best wishes.

  • This is a great write and a different look at things. Thank you so much for entering this into my contest and giving me the oppurtunity to read it.

  • Dreams are never simple and this is a perfect example of it. Though they are only seconds long thousands of words can be spoke and millions of feelings passed. Quite a lovely poem!


  • xstillbeating
    October 2

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    This was well written. Thank you for your entry. Good luck to you.