When others beg for life, I say dream
Like a stern yet fatherly guide
So sincere yet arrogant (or confident)
Repeated in my motherly mind
Chasing a faint shadow, not a risk
Willing to take distantly (consistently)
The machinations, I find cool
Sold at the dollar store
Art begs to question, I say dream
While wondering which motifs
The naked eye will spot (not a lot)
Stirring my own witch brew
Overabundant charm, and detail
A dialogue complex (new dialects)
I intend so much, achieve small
Found in a discount bin
Doubting nightmares, I say dream
Sewing my name on life's collar
A claim misplaced (even two faced)
Yet I see with a wife's sense
Fate's ribbons are clear, within grasp
After all that dreaming (no meaning)
My repeated passion, each echo fades
The ultimate cost of overuse
I've always enjoyed the rhyme of dreaming and meaning.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, thank you.
You're quite welcome. I too find them to be an excellent pair-- perhaps because I often find meaning within dreaming.
Delete'I say drea', very moving and poweful. I love the repetition, but how there isn't too much. I would love some feedback on my poems also, I am also writing at least two poems a day on my blog:) http://anonymouspreach.blogspot.co.uk/ thx I will be sure to read more xx
ReplyDeleteI shall be sure to do so! I will also add your blog to a list of my favourites! Looking forward to our future exchanges. :)
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