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Day dream
of dreams,
of fragments,
bits of colour
like stained glass window
shattered across floor.
I step on shards.
they bite skin,
sing out ‘stop, stop.’
I don’t.
fragments become apart of me.
bits of dreams,
I chase them
out of day dreams
out of grey
into a soft pink blush.
Even as my feet
are left scarred.
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You capture the dream state well. I saw the grey go to pink and the bits of color fading in and out. Well done!
Thank you, Charles.
Enjoyed reading this poem very much! It’s beautiful. I love the rhythm of it and the way the fragments that make this poem. I loved the last two lines the idea of chasing dreams even with scarred feet. This poem felt airy and light for the most part and then grounded at the end by that image of scarred feet. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, I’m so pleased that you enjoyed it!
lovely
Thank you, Isabel : )
lovely segments of thoughts and images, they form a complete and poetic shot.
thanks for sharing…
Happy Potluck!
Thank you very much, Jingle!
Scarred feet from walking on path’s less tread. I know of these.
Scars can be beautiful, yes?
When you get them while making your own way…definitely.
some great imagery here. Love how you used the title as the first line too
Thank you, Luke.
It has cadence and a delicate visual quality…
Lovely to hear so – that’s how I hoped it would come across!
I like the word repetition and the spacing.
you whole blog theme seems peaceful.
Thank you dearly, Evelyn.
A lyrical poem which flowed really well. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
I’m very glad! Thank you!
You caught me coming out a cat nap and surprised me. Liked it a lot.
Thank you : ) Cat naps are the best, aren’t they?
So eloquently written. Loved the simile
‘like stained glass window’
Thank you, Jack. I appreciate your comment.
I’m in awe of your title being your first line. So simple, but I just love it.
Thank you! I love simplicity.
This has captured me! Its just lovely:)
Super cheers!
Thank you dearly!
so lyrical and dreamy with depth…
Thank you, Dee : ) …life is but a complicated dream itself.
Oh!!! Yes I could relate to this… and some times when the dreams that are not yet broken… become nightmares… if we leave them as it is…
Thanks for joining in the Poetry Potluck WK 43 which I am hosting for the first time… hope you have liked it too…. and wish to see you again…
Shashi
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Om Namah Shivaya
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Dreams seem to have a life of their own, don’t they? I enjoyed being apart of this week’s poetry potluck. You did a lovely job hosting!